No amount of amnesia can make me forget the confusion.
The confusion that I deal with everyday, all day.
Like a disease.
It eats away at my brain, picking and gnawing until there is nothing left.

I only have so much energy, only so much sanity until you strip me of all I have left, which isn't much.
Thinking and processing is all I can do.
Like a robot.
I analyze until my brain turns numb, I can't think anymore.

You are so far beyond my capacity of understanding.
The lack of signs, but the o.d. of tension makes me crack under pressure.
Like a broken record.
I replay your voice and your actions over and over.

Maybe I will try to go to sleep, tossing and turning.
I will let my desires run open and free.
Like a dreamer.
I will dream of your smile and your lips on mine

Yes, a dreamer I am.
That is why I hold on so tight, won't let you go.
Because I realize I am in your dreams too.