I’m misunderstood most times Thought of by some as mush A feeling over which most gush By some as a fleeting grope in the dark By some as that hickey or mark By some as what you sigh over another for By some as the bond between two, which never breaks By some as the connection between two hearts that ache Like that between Romeo and Juliet But even that is now criticized As an emotion between two juveniles There is nothing so sacred anymore Am I all in your mind then?