Question Marks the Spot

Question marks the spot on my heart like... why you told me i love you i didn't ask.... Question marks the spot on my heart like... why do you kiss me so passionately and then... shoot me death's look in the next hour... Question marks the spot on my heart like...why do you keep toying with my existence at all is it just to cause me confusion... Question marks the spot on my heart like... what do you truly feel about my existence do you hate it?, or do you really hate it?... Question marks the spot on my heart like...do I really love you?, cause I really don't... I just can't answer the question...