I always tried, to deny it;
I had to, had to fight it.
After awhile I knew, what I could not do;
Which was pretend, I didn't love you.
Can't escape this feeling, as hard as I try;
Sometimes I try to tell you, but I might die.
The walls are closing, around my secret for you;
I wish I knew, what I should do.
I am running out of options, not many more;
It hurts so bad, my heart is sore.
Now I know, what I must do;
I must tell you, that I love you.