my mind is twisted, don't know what's up or what's down.

trying to think differently, trying to fight it.

I don't even know why i'm trying.

is it because you're special ?

is it because I want someone to hold me ?

or is it because I like the person you are?

and who I am when I think of you ?

honestly spoken, I don't know at all.

The way everything ends up wrong when I say something,

the way I feel when you write those things.

When you told me that she where with you, it wasn't distrust,

I was the one who wanted to be there.

It was pure jealousy, and I admit it.

I know you'll tell me to stop rushing in to it all.

And trust me, I 'm trying not to rush it.