Is it Just the Fact?

Is it just the fact that I like you?
Or is it just my mind?
Cause I don't undertsand your language.
Maybe, you could learn mine?

Cause I've never been good enough.
Or maybe I was too good?
Either way, nothing will be the same.
Because you said it like I knew you would.

But maybe that's just you?
Maybe that's the only way I ever imagine your voice.
But how would I ever know?
Is it just the fact that I like you?
Or is it pure fiction?

You know, the way you 'messed up' my name.