I still love you, even though were both crazy.
Doesnt that make a match, how you played me.
Isnt it so surreal, when i touch your skin.
Does it release you from your troubles, all kept within.
It gives me more trouble, when your always running through my mind.
Always hiding away from me, to see if i can find.
Im done with the games, making me love sick.
I want your love alone, so make your pick.
Walk away from me, and you will see.
You and me were meant to be.