Who does he think he's fooling?
Who does he try to hid this from when its so obvious to me?
Who am I kidding...
What words do I avoid saying before I can't hold them in any longer?
What feelings do I hide before they start being evident on my face?
What signs do I ignore until the billboard falls on top of my car?
What looks do I give that force the mask I've been wearing to fall off?
Where does my heart go when my mind thinks about those things I've been trying to block?
Where is the rescue crew to save me from falling in love?
Where did all my sense go?
Where have all these questions come from when I wasn't asking any questions?
When do I stop telling myself, "That's not what you feel"?
When do I decide its time?
When is the right time to just go for it?
When is the moment I admit to myself that I cannot hide it any longer?
Why is it that when I try to think about something else, my brain doesn't cooperate?
Why do I smile still...hours later?
Why does my heart race, even after all this time?
How close to the edge can I get before I fall over?
How far can I reach before I slip?
How much can I lean before the wall gives out?
How hard can I press before my heart breaks?
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