I hope that you know that I don't like you any more
after I saw the real you I'm not sure if it's really you I adore
the more I think about you, the more my heart gets sore,
I should've stop from the start, now my heart is having an uproar
Some things are just too late,
so I try to trap my feelings for you in a gate,
a gate that's made is from love to hate,
but each time I see you, there's like a bait
to make me love you back
I don't know what to do,
I really need to get off this track
so in front of you I just act.
But am I lying to you or to myself?
As I avoid you, the more I move to the left
and try to get rid of this love that is still left
What the heck am I doing, I'm truly daft.