Don't Ask Me How I Feel
Don't ask me how I feel inside my heart
I do not know
Good or bad; right or wrong
My heart's in a bind.
To love or not to love
Or to be or not to be
What eternal questions are those
That I may ask without hope
Of resolution or absolution.
Do I dream beyond dreaming
When I think of you.
Am I lost in a dimension
Not akin at all to life
Or what is true reality,
If there is such a thing as that.
And if in a dream is that
The only way of having you
Is it better to forget
Than to forsake the truth.
For what lie have I told myself
That I could be wanted
Or needed by you.
And is that a lie of the heart only
Or of the mind as well.
That I could believe it so
That I believe it to be true.
But do I really love you
Or do I love who I think you are.