Writing to forget

It's hard to describe this feeling
This indecision, this ever changing state of mind
One moment I feel so strong, so indifferent
That I could just do anything
A few hours pass then, and I change again
I feel hurt, my pride's on the ground
And all I can do is escaping to sleep

Why can't we speak more openly?
Why wouldn't you tell me what you think of me?
Just a pretty face from around,
Or a girl to fall in love with

if things were different,

Or, most probably, a mistake not to be spoken of?

I don't even know why I want to know
Since it probably won't change anything at all...