You ask me if I love you, and I choke on my reply,

I'd rather hurt you honestly, then mislead you with a lie

and who am I to judge you, on what you say or do

I'm only just beginning to see the real you



Chours:

Sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much

and I have to close my eyes and hide,

I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry

I wanna hold you until the fear in me subsides



Romance and all its' strategies, leaves me battling with my pride

but through the insecurity some tenderness survives

I'm just another writer, still trapped within my truth

a hesitant prize fighter, still trapped within my youth



Chours



At times I'd like to break you, and drive your knees

At times I'd like to break through, and hold you endlessly



Chours