Who is this boy?
Who pulls me into his ploy.
Do I love him, or do I hate him?
Right now, my knowledge is dim.
When he smiles, he makes me smile,
When he laughs, I want to hold him a while.
When he frowns, my happiness is washed away.
When he looks at me, I have to turn away.
If this is love...I hate it.
It's pulled away, I'm in a pit.
He insulted me, but I can't let him go,
He broke my heart, and he doesn't even know.
I think love is fake,
I think it is a make
Of someones imagination,
Pulling people into it's horrid nation
But if love is fake, why do I love him?
My knowledge is still dim.
I wanna love this boy,
I wann be pulled into his ploy.
Love is a feeling I might know...
I think I love him, so...
