I think this happens a lot.

And I wonder, where exactly this is going.
But I am too afraid to ask you.
Too afraid to ask what you want from me.

So maybe I will just sit here, and think.
and over analyze every little thing.
until it drives me mad.

Maybe I am just too hopeful.
I should have learned by now.
Don't speak.
Don't think.
Just act.

I really wish it was that easy.
It should be.
So tell me.. what is it about you that gets to me?
if I know, would this make things easier on me?

No, I'm just fucked. I think too much.
I kind of wish I never met you.

But now That I have, I am very glad that I did.
..I think.