Am I one of the many?
Am I the selected few?
This feeling so uncanny
What am I to do?
My mind's a mess
Standing in front of you
Would it be best?
If I kept these feelings from you
My mind is coloured blue
You kept me at my guesses
Was hoping I'd get a clue
That maybe we're going places
Have I gotten through to you?
All these feelings left unsaid
What do I have to do?
To know that you'd come my way
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
Am I one of the many?
Am I the selected few?
This feeling so uncanny
What am I to do?
My mind's a mess
Standing in front of you
Would it be best?
If I kept these feelings from you
My mind is coloured blue
You kept me at my guesses
Was hoping I'd get a clue
That maybe we're going places
Have I gotten through to you?
All these feelings left unsaid
What do I have to do?
To know that you'd come my way
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