“Tell Me I’m Not In Love”

- Staying here in my room, trying to get your image off my head.
- It was indeed my struggle last week and the one ahead.
- This feeling is new and strong, thrilling me and making me so sad.
- I’m not doing anything just thinking about you, as a mad.
- I told my story to a friend “Oh my god!” that’s what he said.
- You’re in love that will kill you if you’re not already dead.
- So, how to get over? I said, or there’s no way?
- To forget her, and stay focused and conscious all day.
- The world is anxious, my heart is broken and my mind is away.
- No one helped me out, everyone I asked said it’s hard to say.
- You may never get over; you may stick on her all the way.
- I tried everything; I’m so confused I’m worked out.
- I want to go out, to scream and shout.
- Then suddenly, as I was thinking an idea came out.
- In fact, I always knew it’s the only way, no doubt.
- To talk to her and confess that I had a knock out.
- From her, and to ask her what she thinks about that.
- Somehow, I went to her house and rang the bell then she opened the door.
- I got a heart attack and was frozen and stuck to the floor.
- She said: “tell me I’m not in love, it has never happened to me before.”