Guessing Game

I could be trembling when I talk to you.

I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true.

I could tell a half truth, but I can not tell a lie.

I could tell a story that is ten feet high.

My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;

I'm a castle with broken shutters and

this is not a guessing game.

I could make a plea so that you and I could be we, and

I could say, "Oh, it's a must that you and I should be us."

All the answers I could guess, and you would be so impressed,

but I would never get a "yes", cause I have not the guts to guess.

My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed;

I'm a castle with broken shutters and

this is not a guessing game.

I could be listening, but this is not a guessing game.

I'd guess all the answers, but this is not the same.

I could be trembling, I could be afraid,

I could be wallowing, wallowing when you think I've got it made.