Wish I could tell you how much I need you
Wish I could show you this scarred tissue
Which I'm too 'fraid to show you willingly
This secret, these jitters, are slowly, killing me
It's not that, I haven't tried.
To man up, and confide.
My issues, my reasons.
My fear of the treasons.
You didn't pay attention,
whenever I mentioned
Whenever I said that, maybe I'm broken
And maybe, I'm not cold. I hide my emotions
I don't really blame you
But what am I supposed to do?
I'm so cold. I'm freezing.
I'm gasping. I'm wheezing.
For some help, a wooden plank or a life boat.
Anything! Really! That could keep me afloat
In this rapid on the stream of life
Or maybe that's all a disguise.
Maybe I don't really want to be saved.
By these expectations, I can't be enslaved.
But this doesn't make the fact any less true.
That I do, genuinely love you.
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