"well i'm about the stupid game. because you know how i know it's me? i sit around and think about you all of the time. i can't get you out of my head. no matter what i am doing during the day, i think about what you are doing. when i wake up, i wonder if you are up yet. it's something i can't control, and it's taken me completely by surprise. call me creepy, call me whatever. but that's the honest truth."
kind of all I ever wanted to hear. why does it have to happen this way?
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