But then, barely can I distinguish
A cock from a hen.
One day they flirt with you
And the next, they treat you like dog poo.
They don't tell you the reason for this
And want you to read signs, you may have missed.
You never know if they are plotting or scheming
You never know if you are perceptive or not
You never understand, why you find him so Goddamn hot.
You dream, when you're asleep and awake
But, on the other side, you want to take
Yourself away from him.
Things he says and things he does
May make you want him too much
And then, only God may help us when we feel such.
I want him, but I deny
I love him, but I defy
I need him, I can not lie.
But, maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion
And this mess is, maybe, not real
And only my insane notion.
Yet, I do not know how I will live
Through an anguish like this.
