it's over before it began

foolish love fogs your mind and takes up your time, so why do it? for some reason it means no more to me than a dime, love is something I don't really get. it's hard to understand but I really do, I don't know what's wrong with me.. maybe its, you? it makes me feel so guilty and rude and vile and mean, but I killed your little cupid and fed it to a machine. we're not even together and I'm already sick of your love, maybe I'm just thinking too differently, or probably too much, but when our arms brush, it's just too much. k, I'm sorry, I thought this was something I could do, but if I did, I wouldn't be true to you. please forgive me when I tell you "its better we stay friends" God I'm so sorry but my stress says this needs to end.