When You Find Out This Is About You, I'll Make A Lot More Sense

And when you do, I hope you like it

I'm overanalysing
Thinking
Not asking
Too many questions
Not allowed to speak
Keeping
Quietly retreating
Observing your every move
Waiting for a sign
Did I make it up?
Or did you just nod in my direction
I don't believe it's true
I'm psyching myself out in the end again
Infectiously repeating
A cycle
A circle
A continuous trap of cerebral s**t
It's all in my head and I can't get it out
Only something tells me
You'd like it if I did
But logical deduction proves otherwise
If only I could ask you
Or say to you
Everything I was really thinking
The reason I speak is not really the reason I speak
And I apologise for my femininely wired brain but
My chromosomes crave your opinion
I'm bored
I'm pretty
And I want to be noticed
So for gods sakes
Just kiss me already