I'm not that smart.
I don't even talk to the one I like.
Acting as if I like her,
Why don't I just get the nerve and talk.
She asked me why and all I thought up was an excuse
Of why. Ignoring the truth
I came up with an excuse for the something
That isn't even why.
The truth that there is no reason
And there's more I wanna say,
But the reasons I can't say are one of the reasons.
There's a side of this bleeding crimson loser
That wants to reveal itself, but the light
To lift this darkness hasn't been revealed.
The crimson loser that acts like an idiot
Doesn't even talk to the one he sees ev'ryday.
The truth is hidden right behind the scars that are covered
Up by love and sorrow
Are hidden behind that door that needs to open,
The key lies with you.
