Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right

Maybe it's love.

Always I will be wondering.

Yes, it's stupid to think like I do.

Because I do, that's what makes me, me.

Easy for you to say what you say, to be what you are.

It's interesting, how you act around me.

The way you speak, are you unsure?

Sometimes, that's how I feel too.

Luckily, you don't know what I'm thinking.

Only, maybe you do, and you feel that way too.

It's so very likely that you don't.

Everything goes that way these days.