"silly Heart of Mine"

There must be something wrong with this silly heart of mine. I think of you constantly with no stop in sight. Even though I know we could never possibly be. I just can’t help but wonder why, because at one time you were deeply into me? Why is it that love always seems to be one sided. Not that, that’s love, that’s called being blinded. Or it’s just infatuation or maybe an obsession. To be obsessed is almost like being possessed with the spirit of you haunting me thorough. So wrapped up in thoughts of you so immensely intense. My heart seems to race every time you’re near. Trying to get you out of my head, Sometime I wish I suffered a memory lapse. Just so, I can forget we have ever met.