You wanna know what my problem is?
I love you,
and I hate myself for it.
I know I shouldn't of fallen,
but my heart just wanted to go for it,
I guess. . .
A lot of us want what we can't have,
and I know me having you is a long shot.
But
I love absolutely everything about you.
I love your hellos,
I love when you call me in the middle of the night,
just to say "This is your good night call,"
I love the way you walk,
I love the way you smile,
I love the way you laugh,
I love the way you let me cry on your shoulder,
I love the way you make me smile
when there's tears rolling down my face.
I love the way you look at me
I love what we could be.
That's my problem.