If only he knew how he felt about me.
Would he kill him then?
Or would he put a gun to his own head?
I'm being ripped apart.
My mind is being ripped apart.
He's playing his cards for the sake of it.
He's playing his cards because he wants to.
I don't have to choose. I know that it's him.
Yeah, he's the one.
The other 'he' is just a figment of my imagination
Or so I think...
