| Too Much Thinking Transition and change, too much thinking Trying to get back to the basics A wonderful woman, a simple boy Too shy to tell her his feelings Stripped clean of garments Reserving judgment in his heart Longing for acknowledgment She seems happy with her life What next for the hapless hero? He wants to show her everything And it is never the right time Stupid luck, stupid drunk It would have been a happy accident To meet her and think nothing of it Years later, a longing in his heart Chance or luck, maybe a selfish need to fill empty spaces To know one's place Her smile is not because of me More pain and a sense of rejection Beauty in mine eye Wanting her to be happy for her reasons To be one of those reasons Selfish and cruel reasons Her smile is reason enough Never the right time Never the right moment Too much thinking Trying to find the words she wants to hear Stupid me, I never say anything at all To be in her arms and in her heart Forgive me for my public display I think too much. |