So many words, tracing circles in my mind,
I break them apart and force them into lines
Tracing them back to their origins
Finding that they all lead back to you.
What exactly do you mean to me?
I myself cannot rightly say.
Should I think about it some more?
Or try to put this out of mind?
My mind is frantic
You permeate my sleep
Only dreams that I dream
I dream of you.
I want to tell you my mind, my heart, my love,
Sharing what I am, how I feel,
But I can't, I won't, I will!
When it comes to that time,
Oh how I hope that your wish
Is the same as mine.