I know not what is of my mind
But what my heart feels
When I peel back the heavy layers
I feel around to see what I can find
But the truth is
It all has already been felt
It's things that I already knew
Just actually looking at them
Reiterates that the feelings are there
Mind is a tricky thing
It can make one such as myself
Think that I have it right, because in my mind
I have everything right, right?
Isnít that how it goes?
I guess I just have to learn all over again
How to evaluate my thought processes
More for what they really are
Than for what they arenít
But when it comes to such fickle matters as love,
which one do you use?