At times I wonder,
what's between us two?
And at times I know there's nothing at all.

At times I think,
there's something to confess.
And at times I know, even if I did it'll never lessen the stress.

At times I believe,
I can't find a way out of this circle of questions and doubts,
but I also believe that as much as I hide, you have something hidden too.

And there will come a day where we'll speak our minds and hearts out,
with no fear of regret.