I find it hard to talk to you,
i don't know why i always do.
Even in my most desperate hour,
instead of talk i sit and cower.
Theres just some things you need to know,
but for some strange reason i let it go.
Sometimes i plan what i might say,
but put it off till another day.
i really wish i could talk to you,
to let you know,
that i love you.
