There are some things I want to say to you.
Things I'll never say.
Becuz everytime I try to talk to you
I have to flea away.
We've always been such good friends.
All the way to the bitter end.
Thats probably why I feel the way I do.
If only I could tell I love you.
What the hell is wrong with my
tounge?
I said it to you when I sung.
But it was like a joke right in front of everyone.
Will this love storm ever weather?
And allow us to be together.
Will I get away from here?
Probably not,
I'm to filled with fear!
