What do I do, what do I say
Should I speak what I think or turn away?
I'm caught in the middle, my mind is askew
My hands, they tremble...what do I do?
The proverbial microscope I'd come to know,
Too much of my heart I had shown
I crawled into my hardened shell
Never a soul to share with or tell...
And now when I am asked to be
A person who shares her reveries
I stiffen up just like a board
And my heartfelt feelings I choose to hoard.
I know that he is not the same,
Yet still I play this guessing game...
Do I say the things I feel in my heart
When repercussions might pull us apart?
This feeling I have when I'm so distraught,
My stomach gets twisted into knots...
Yet I can't let it out; I can't confide
For as much as I'd die to, I still wish to hide.
So I pray for strength to get me through,
I know now what I need to do
I'll open up, I'm coming clean:
I'm going to show you ALL OF ME.
