People talk about me behind my back
I can hear them whisper and their eyes attack.
Most of the time I don’t really care.
I act like me but I’m not really there.
There are moments late at night
when all the thoughts come right.
I know just what is wrong
and I long to talk to someone, then
I think of you.
I think of you all the time.
You see I miss you.
That’s a silly thing to say
when I’m there with you each day.
For some reason I can’t reach you,
I get locked inside my mind
yet if you opened it you’d find that
I think of you.
I think of you all the time.
No-one really listens to the words I say,
They turn away with a wrong interpretation.
When I try to explain fantastic ideas
I’m reduced to tears of angry frustration.
The words I use become turned around.
A mirror image leaves me gagged and bound.
I’m on my side they’re on theirs.
The image isn’t me; it’s just what they see.
You see I want to say I love you.
I keep coming in to talk a bit
but then I can’t go on with it
and I just don’t really know
if it’s true. I really just don’t know
how I feel about you, but
I think of you.
I think of you all the time.
People get impatient. I don’t know what to do.
I can’t talk to them and I can’t talk to you but
I think of you, I think of you all the time.
