How could I be so stupid?
How could I be so blind?
To think we'd be together,
And I'd get to call you mine.
But the words she has shared with me,
Shock me more than they should.
They reveal your hidden truth.
That could keep me away for good.
But that's great!
That's where I want to be.
Moved on with my life.
Happy and free.
Free from the paranoia.
Free from all the pain.
Free from the heartache.
I'd soon begin to gain.

So now I've built this wall.
Between you and me.
Knowing I'm just another option,
That you don't really need.
Her powerful words surround me.
But your eyes see right through.
Wait, Are you really that way?
Could she be the only one who knew?
My head is spinning,
Between her thoughts and mine.
Okay, yeah she knows you well.
But did you change over time?

Your a very secretive person.
Which leaves my friend to guess.
About your true intentions.
And who you want to impress.
So she weaves an intricate web,
Of theories and impressions.
But just because you talked to her,
She guesses your confessions.
Confessions about love.
Confessions about her.
But the next day- it's another girl.
And tomorrow this will occur.

So should I make assumptions?
Is that fair at all?
I could be making a mistake,
With either me or you to fall?
But then again,
I feel like crap,
When I'm with you.
Its like a trap.
I want to assume,
I want a conclusion.
But your so **** complex,
Its like an illusion.

So right now I feel replaced.
And you didn't mean to do that.
But I'm not so sure anymore.
Because her words are tall and fat.
They hide my old perceptions.
It's like a slap in the face,
I see you from a different angle,
From a different time and place.

I think i need my own opinions,
Her's are far too deep.
So deep they don't make any sense.
And they could crumble at my feet.
But I don't judge until Iknow
The entire truth.
You are still a mystery.
And I am not a sleuth.

So I'll keep her words in the back of my mind,
And I'll keep you there as well.
Because if one thing's for sure,
Your too complex to tell.
So I'll keep smiling and laughing.
Straining to be myself.
And with the headache of you,
I hope to leave of the shelf.