My head is a mess, whydo you insist on messing with it?

What have I done to you? nothing

Still you wonder around in my mind as if we have done something…

Why do I think of you this way?

You are the only one that has the answer

But I can not ask you

If I ask you, we both be in trouble…

You mean nothing but something to me at the same time…

I know my heart has nothing to do with this

It’s only my head which is a mess…