I am not in love with you. I am just in love with the thought of reciting my pain to your listening ears.
I am not in love with you. I am just playing funny as to share my regrets, trying to relate to yours in less dramatic way.
I am not in love with you. I am just a fan of your lovely voice and the way you sing.
I am not in love with you. I am just in love with the security of telling my story to a stranger I would never meet in person.
I am not in love with you. I am just after the certain fact that you can’t judge me because you don’t know me.
I am not in love with you. I am just in love with the comfort I find in you.
I am not in love with you, even after all the secrets we shared to each other.
I am not in love with you. No matter how familiar you get to me, and how you frankly tell me I am crazy.
I am not in love with you. And I will never be.