I am sleeping in night in the middle of a good dream.

When all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain.

Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head, and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread.

I think I love you, but I am so afraid that I am not a love that has no cure for.

Is this what life is made of. Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way.

Believe me you really don’t have to worry, because I only want to make you happy.

If you say go away, I will. But I think I better stay around and love you.

Do you think I have a case let me ask you to your face.

I don’t know what is all this about, but I got so much to think about.

Do you think you love me?