If You Could Read My Mind v3

The speaker expresses their desire for their love interest to be able to read their mind, so they can understand the depth of their thoughts and emotions. They compare their situation to an old-time movie about a ghost trapped in a castle or fortress, symbolizing their own feelings of being trapped and unable to be seen. The speaker also wonders if they could read their love interest's mind, what they would discover about their thoughts and experiences. They mention a paperback novel and describe themselves as the hero who often fails in the face of heartache. They feel that the ending of their story is too difficult to bear, and they compare their situation to a movie star getting burned in a three-way script. The speaker introduces the idea of a new love interest, a movie queen, who brings out the best in them. However, they acknowledge that for now, they need to be realistic. They admit that they never expected to feel this way and they don't understand where things went wrong. They If you could read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell. Just like an old-time movie about a ghost from a wishing well. In a castle dark or a fortress strong, with chains upon my feet, you know that ghost is me. And I will never be set free, as long as I'm a ghost you can't see. If I could read your mind, love, what a tale your thoughts could tell. Just like a paperback novel, the kind the drugstores sell. When you reach the part where the heartaches come, the hero would be me. The heroes often fail. And you won't read that book again, because the ending's just too hard to take. I'd walk away like a movie star that gets burned in a three-way script. Enter number two. A movie queen to play the scene, but bringing all the good things out in me. But for now, love, let's be real. I never thought I could act this way, and I've got to say that I just don't get it. I don't know where we went wrong, but the feeling's gone, and I just can't get it back. If you could read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell. Just like an old-time movie about a ghost from a wishing well. In a castle dark or a fortress strong, with chains upon my feet. But stories always end. And if you read between the lines, you'll know that I'm just trying to understand the feelings that you lack. I never thought I could feel this way, and I've got to say that I just don't get it. I don't know where we went wrong, but the feeling's gone, and I just can't get it back.