My head is stagnant not able to think straight
I am tongue tied and in a lack of words
The one thing that seems right
Cupid's arrow hit my love

Now I am a victim of the great disease
No drug is cure and no pill is pure
it's the thought of your laugh that counts
whenever my patience is low

My dreams sing the same song
This secret always gets heavier
All it takes is just three words
But I run in fear of rejection

I wonder when my silence will break
Maybe then reality shall exist
since we place our trust in faite
you remain a mystery to many.