One Step, Two Many

I believe it was the twelfth night when I did it again.
I swung the door open, but didn’t let you in.
And I looked you in the eye
and said, “This is how I feel.”
You said you wouldn’t cry
But you began to appeal the very first emotions that you carried towards me.
You must’ve thought if I was this unsure then why shouldn’t you be?
But I never let my heart speak.
My head did all the talking.
And if you’ve ever known me for longer than a day you know that my heart’s the leader of the pack.
And that my head roams somewhere lonely in the back.
I’ve invented this doubt that’s now lodged in your head.
And I want to get it out because on my part it’s dead.
Mr. Simple has complicated life.
All in trying to show you me.
But you’ve got the wrong idea.
I promise you do.
I don’t think you’re scared of all you’ve said you are.
I think your scared that you could possibly give someone your heart and that every twelfth night they’ll give it right back.
But I know what I want.
And I find it in you.
I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel something too.