What is it that I see in you?
You are but, quite ordinary.
Tall, dark and handsome, no not really.

Perhaps I’m just in love with the thought of you.
In love? Yes, in love with the thought of you.
I knew you for not very long, but I knew you well.
I knew what you were thinking
And what your mind was about to tell.

Or perhaps it was my strong intuition,
Which works on everyone, so maybe I didn’t know you that well.
Fine.
Thinking for a year I’ve just wasted my time.
Fine!

But you see, I still have a problem,
I’m still in love with the thought of you,
Which I’m unable to handle.
It has murdered the better half of me,
I’m surprised you failed to see.

Or perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised,
For I told you once “You’re so compassionate”,
Maybe I was wrong.
And when you said “No I’m not”,
Maybe you were right.

I’m so unsure of myself and everything that surrounds me,
Trust me I really want to let go and be free
To be free from the thought of being in love with you.
I have to be free,
Before this thought murders the other half of me too.