If you like me check yes, if you don't i'll die

Then it begins this absurd parade,
Such an unproductive way to behave,
The accusations are unending,
Tiring, no more listening,
I wish I never saw his name written on your notebook,
I wish I didn't break my neck to take another look,
I wish I never held your hand, I wish I never knew your name,
Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever, ever changed,
Then you put your hands on my face,
Pink roses and red valentine lace,
You're dancing like hot dripping wax,
Like your fingertips running up my back,
The truest parts of the feeling within skinned by insecurities in him,
will no longer retort to the truth,
This half-decade charace of wasted youth.

Yeah, yeah I'm dying.