I Don’t Know About What Happened... (Because Once You Start Writing It All Becomes Fiction)

[Verse]
Out of fear of romantic excess, I separate passion from all conversation
And in the rare moments you touch me, I silently deal with the palpitations
I entered this life with little expectations
But soon became absorbed by ideas that I built above my station
I express the mundane despite my thoughts being manic
And exhaust the parts of my brain that allow me to panic
Someone unattainable dictates my emotional stability
Mesmerised with how disinterested you are with me
You're detrimental to my mental health
The more I love you, the more I hate myself