A hundred pictures on my phone and 60 are of you.
I'm obsessed and try to capture your every mood.
You should know when someone is into you yeah? Doesn't everyone know?
Why do you act like you can't see it? See me?
It's frustrating that my efforts are applauded with a scuff or a stare.
You know I'm helpless, my knees are weak and it's because of you.
I hate what I've become but I still love me because I love you.
Help me!
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