Love, or not?

Sometimes, I think that I love you.
And sometimes I don’t.
I need to tell you this, but I rather won’t.
Why is it, you ask?
I cannot answer that question, I’m afraid.

One day, I think that you’re the coolest guy in the whole wide world.
And the other day, I think you’re a total jerk.
It’s because you always tell me you love me the most.
But when you have to choose,
You’ll choose that other girl.
That popular girl.

If I would leave and never come back,
You probablij wouldn’t even care.
You always go back to that special girl
Because she has such beautiful hair.
Didn’t people tell you it’s about the inside?
You told me you loved me...

But you totally lied.