Sometimes I'm too afraid to take the risk, |
So tell me what you’re thinking baby as our lips begin to touch. |
This pen can't write the words |
Why don't we end this lie? |
So here's a present to let you know I still exist: |
I'm fighting myself to get you out of my head. |
There is a part in every day, when I lie to myself and say that it's okay. |
Go ahead and cry yourself to sleep, |
And I said, "Pleased to meet you, baby, |
I think I'm doing rather well on my own, |