I have to tell her all that I feel,
Doesn't matter if I'm late.
Doesn't matter if she thinks it's real,
What difference would it make?
I've gotta tell her to get it off my chest,
I've gotta let it rest.
Maybe soon, I'll start to forget.
Maybe now, there will be nothing to regret.
I wanna let it die,
So I can get my release.
I need to look her in the eye,
So she can see her own disease.
She's done this to me,
I hope she likes her own medicine,
I want her to see,
This weakens my adrenaline.
I don't want to be as cold as her,
I don't want to see her shoulder.
I know I can do better than that,
When she looks at me, all she'll see is my back. |
