She loves me she loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not,
I find myself asking that alot.
Are these feelings mutual, 
do they come from the heart?
are they true? 
or was it all just a lie from the start?
No expression on my face to be shown,
as blank as the paper before the pen of mine had been touched.
And now im tired of wasting my emotions on you,
sure im hurt but im the doc, 
and ive found a cure for this sickN.E.S
which means your Not Even Sure?
Well I never second guess, 
its either no or yes.
Never I guess, because a guess is meant for a test,
not for a question that only the heart knows best.
But as you guess, I know and as you guess, we grow,
further apart, love not meant to be,
I should of knew this from the start.
And now its over a new beginning, a new flame,
and I find myself saying this once again.
She loves me, she loves me not,
its the last peddle, so I guess, 
she loves me alot.