The Beginning

I think I am starting to understand why some people can never understand love or infatuation or attraction. It is because even the main characters don't always fully understand what they are going through.

Wake up, Clean up, Fill up, Work
Lunch, Nap, Work, Clock out
The human mind is a sponge
That's why the girl remember things
And her life so easily falls into a routine

So when something comes in
And throws a wrench in
The monotoneity that becomes her
The sensations that follow
Cannot be explained with any words

Decisions that were made in a flash
Are now second-guessed, times over
Reason will not make her believe
In the possibility of any goodness

She's trying so hard to
Leave that impression
And trying so hard not
to be overbearing

It hardly makes sense.