• I don't get a lot of things
    in this world.
    But most of all,
    I don't get you.
    You are so hard to understand,
    you don't even know,
    How many times I can't even get the courage
    The courage to talk to you.
    Isn't that strange?

    I don't understand a lot of things
    in this world.
    But most of all,
    I don't understand you.
    Does that make any sense?

    You are so many things.
    So confusing and complicated.
    Or, maybe it's just me thinking,
    Thinking too hard, ignoring
    Your simplicity?

    But I am in utter confusion
    Over you- have you an idea
    How often you are the main controversy
    Of my thoughts?
    I cant even figure out
    How I feel.
    I cant sort out my thoughts;
    They're so scattered.

    How do you do that?
    Make me feel the way I do,
    and at the same time,
    Make me wonder how I can even begin,
    Even begin to comprehend you?

    I like that;
    That thing you do.