You keep giving me mixed signals. I can't tell if you like me or not.
Should I just ask?
Sometimes you look at me the way every girl wants to be looked at.
Should I ask if you want to hang out?
Sometimes you do generous things for me, is that just a friendly gesture?
I'm so confused, and I like you so much. Help me out, what do these signals mean?
But wait, don't tell me. I don't want to know, because if you don't like me back; I don't think I could handle it.
It's easier to live in the dark. Wondering, wishing, hoping.
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