Let’s imagine the end before we even begin

Been keeping myself busy a lot lately,
a good distraction from you.
But every once in awhile,
I'll start missing you.

So I'll text you,
and feel damn right stupid.
Cause I don't feel like you'd
want a conversation with me.

I always feel if I'm patient,
and that if I wait a little bit,
you'd open up and accept me.

But you will always, always,
remind me that it's not gonna happen.

Because,
your heart's not mine,
never will,
never be.