My mind knows things
but my heart won’t listen
My friends tell me no
but your face screams yes
I belief in this thing called love
this thing you aren’t capable of
I’d like to lie to myself about it too,
all to disguise how much I love you.
Being with you is like going to a masquerade,
at first I’m nervous, a bit afraid.
But soon I notice I do not have to be,
We are hiding, even though it’s just you and me.