How is it that I can never get it out?
Everything I want to say is stuck in my throat.
Little can be done to get rid of my affliction.
I guess I could try to stop loving you,
But what would that prove?
I would only be passing up the best thing I ever had.
Angel, give me paper and ink and I can revel my heart.
Putting my mind to paper is only too easy,
Coward that I am,
I write but the likesame words refuse to fall on your grace,
Such ambiance as to detour the language into pools of eternal secrecy,
Maybe if...no, the fault lies in me.
Trying hopelessly to tell you what my love's voice will mean.
How well you know that I rant and rave,
That I could talk you straight to the grave,
That I am insecure and scared,
That all my feelings I shared,
But what do you mean in my life?
What is it like from my side?
I have tried to tell you but it won't come out right,
Or all I say is trivial and useless things that are trite,
Please forgive my inadequacy at the art of true feeling.
