Sometimes I think that he needs me.
Sometimes I think that he thinks of me.
Sometimes I think that he really needs my help.
Sometimes I think that he doesn't need anyone, especially me.
Sometimes I think that he is just a stupid little piece of thoughts about anything.
Sometimes I think that he can be my best friend.
Sometimes I think that he will never be my friend at all.
Sometimes I think that he likes me, but he don't doing anything for something more.
Sometimes I think that he makes me think about him.
Sometimes I think that I must stop thinking.