I'll say to myself I'm over you.
I'll tell myself I don't need you.
I'll tell myself to just give up on you.
I'll beat myself up over it again and again.
I'll look at you in the morning knowing it wouldn't have been anyway.
I'll see you sitting there, wishing I had you.
I'll be staring at you for a mere second.
I'll look away in grief knowing that I'm just a teenager in lust.
I know it could never be so I tell myself I'm threw with it.
But then there you are and I look at you for just one second and I loose all control I once had.
I'll tell myself....
Your the one thats killing me.