I have been in a great confusion
For my love, I guess, becomes a hallucination
I’m thinking of retreating
For my courtship is disseminating.
I have been good in the beginning
Which I expect to be happening
Her friends assessed me as passable
But I don’t really think it’s reliable.
I am in turmoil for thinking
For my cerebrum is reacting
That I should continue loving her
Or else I will regret and be a loser.
Well, I guess, I would agree
To my cerebrum’s plea
Even if I am afraid to be denied
Regret is a scarier thing to be applied.
It burns my heart out to be honest
Because my heart really do insist
But my brain relates experiences to resist
These feelings of mine that have me infest.
I hope God will help me
With the problem that diseased me
A disease called love
Is a thing that must be sent above.