No it's probably not true,
These feelings I have for you…
There must be some explanation,
For this weird infatuation.
It must be something I ate
That's why I can't sleep till late,
Not because I'm thinking of you
And wondering what you do.
It must be something I drank
That made my heart sank
When you said you won't text me,
That couldn't have bothered me.
I am definitely feeling ill
I should be taking a pill…
For I just keep on missing you,
Wishing you think of me too.
Now I will be very frank,
I think I'm sort of drunk…
For I keep on telling lies,
Saying it's you my heart desires.
I'm going to say it once again
While I still know what I'm doin'
These feelings I have for you,
No it's probably not true.