I think you like me.
I think you don't.
I think I should ask you
But I think I won't.
I think of these questions
Inside of my head.
Sometimes I just think of you
While lying in bed.
I think I should call you.
I think I should wait.
I think I should ask you
But now, I think it's too late.
I picture us together.
I think of your touch.
And sometimes I think that
I just think too much.
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