Driving Me Crazy

Driving Me Crazy

I wonder what you do think
of me... and my love for you.
As into this foolishness I sink
it bothers me what I can do
to go forward or back soon...
so with you I'm not preoccupied,
and with romance I don't moon
though over it all I've cried.

Both frustrations and elation
create an incredible sensation
that drive me a little crazy.

My thinking may be a bit hazy
because I see your many doubts...
but with love I have these bouts
when I don't care about sanity.
Expressing it is an urbanity...

but I feel better with saying
with you I am not playing,
and my hopes for us are high.
To be understood I must try...
even if you're not interested.
And by myself I am bested
because undoubtedly say much
upon which no one should touch...
but love's rare, life is short.

My feelings I cannot abort...
they just are, and remain
upon my heart a big stain.
Please forgive me, cutie,
but telling you's my duty.

Tell me to get lost, or just "NO"
and this craziness I'll not show.
Put me out of my misery!

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