not an other crush

i been coming through like cartwheel like i fell out my wheelchair 

how you pick me up from my the floor and made , stir to the dance floor

all i can see is how you make me great , when you skip the beat and i all begin all over 

. repeat , like i recover " undercover "  but by the last step i feel falling over . again 

and its all happen again , sure could need an friend , need no fake friends telling me it be okey 

because i knew the true  - and in this second i think i hate you  , for not liking me back 

but i am hate myself to for liking you so much and not let this just be an other " crush "