I want to implant confusion in my head because it is the only way not to nurse this feeling, I try to put into words all the feelings I have inside because it is my way of escape. And I know that if I keep on talking about it then it might go away because everybody else could tell that I confused my feelings with the truth
that there's still me and you.
I told you I'm not naive...
I think I had given enough chance for these feelings now and it is time to really think about the other possibilities. If you can't be the right man then I'll give chance to others that could prove their worth.
Because the last time I checked I weighed him and found him overflowing... while you remain wanting.
And he is the confusion.
