I told my self that it's okay.
'It doesn't matter, it's not like I care anyway.'
Who am I kidding, really.
It's kinda pathetic and lame.
I really don't have a reason,
to check my inbox every five seconds.
I really don't have a reason,
to waiting for your call every night.
Just for a simple line like, 'hey watcha doin'?'
But too bad I'm doing it now.
Cause you know, I kinda like you.
Just a little bit.
But enough to mess my head.
Just a tiny part of me.
Not much,
but just enough.
(DPP6)