I Don'T Even Know
I am the woman of complications
I think I am in love with someone
And I know that person feels the same
But I am too scared
I don’t even want to acknowledge that person’s feeling
And hang on to the thought that that feeling doesn’t exist
Why do I choose to do that?
God knows
As I don’t even know it myself
Why do I do the things I do?
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