A mystery to me...

She’s a mystery to me… I can’t figure this one out…
I’m 50% optimistic, and I’m 50% doubt.
She know I’m feelin her, cuz my hearts on my sleeve…
but how she really feels… that’s a mystery to me.

I’d be cool with being friends, though I confess that I want more,
I know that I could be that one, that she’s been searching for.
she’s got everything I look for, she’s got everything I need,
but how she really feels… that’s a mystery to me.

Why she keeps her heart secluded? I don’t know for sure.
she avoids those little questions, that could open up a door.
but yet she shows me interest, even hints at what could be…
but how she really feels… that’s a mystery to me.

Sometimes I feel she’s running, when she feels she’s got too close,
maybe she’s just skeptical, her heart in fear of being broke.
I confess I have the same fears, so that much I can see…
but how she really feels… that’s a mystery to me.

I wish that she’d just open up, trust me that much just to share,
maybe I could put to rest, some of the fear and doubt that’s there?
but till she takes that first step, I just have to let it be…
cuz how she really feels… that’s a mystery to me.

I’m not trying to have the answers… to all she is right now,
but if I at least knew what’s on her mind it’d ease my doubt.
cuz I don’t want to rush things, it’s just I want to see,
how she really feels… cuz it’s a mystery to me.

I’m giving the benefit of doubt to all the signs that say just “chill”
but if I pretended I wasn’t feelin her, then I would not be real.
so ill just keep on looking, hoping one day that I’ll see,
and how she really feels, won’t be a mystery to me.