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My mind fills with a million questions. Questions that haunt me. Maybe it is insecurity showing her face agian, maybe it is reality, or maybe it is both. These questions rolls over and over in my mind. I want to know the answers, but yet I am too scared to face the unknown truth. When you close your eyes, am I the one that you see? When you are down to you think of me and smile? Am I really your inspiration? Am I really your angel? Am I your oasis? I just want to make you as happy as you make me. You mean everything to me. I only hope you feel the same.