This kind of feeling can drive you mad.
Slowly brushing your hand,
Trying not to let you see me blush.
Knowing what's happening can't happen.

But I still need to know what you're thinking,
I still want to know what you feel,
I still want to be so close.

And I can't say a word.
I can't ask the questions I want to.
I don't want to ruin it.
I am pretending to like not knowing.