There are so many words I want to tell you. So many things I'd like to hear from you. But we don't say it, do we? Why? It's because we can't handle it. Yes, the truth. Can't we really? If we start pronouncing it, I think we could.
Where have you been? I feel like I'm the only one sitting and waiting. It's never easy when you're so suffocated of what you're feeling towards the other person. There are times when I really want to tell you right in front of your face how much I care. How much I miss you. And how weirdly in love I am... with you. But you wouldn't care. And you'd just say "you don't know what I care, you don't know how I feel, you don't know it." So yes, I better stop assuming.
But what's so wrong? Well, it's been too long. It's not that I don't have the courage to run to you and tell you "let's give it a try". I just need you to tell me the exact words I'd like to hear. I need your reassurance. But you seem so far away from me. I don't want to forget you, but there are times when I can no longer remember... Because once I'm in your arms, it'd be too hard for me to see you go.
Can we just lay down and start telling the truth, what we really want from each other?
Just for once.
There are so many words I want to tell you. So many things I'd like to hear from you. But we don't say it, do we? Why? It's because we can't handle it. Yes, the truth. Can't we really? If we start pronouncing it, I think we could.
I just woke up from a misty dream. How strange it is to see your face in there. It was blury but I could tell it was you. I say it's strange because I don't usually see people's faces in my dreams. Or perhaps I'm just too shy to stare at them in my own dreams... I don't know... It's disturbing how this is happening. I'm not saying I don't have any desire to see you in them, not at all. All I'm trying to say is that it is weird and quite unexplicable you are the only person my eyes can catch in my dreams. Funny, how things turn out in life. My eyes are on you now, you are all I can see. I think I'm going mad. But I'm enjoying it, I'm actually asking for this madness to last. Yes, I'm all over you now. Can't you tell? When I look at you I see a different person everyday. I can't quite figure out what's going on in your mind. Needless to say in your heart. Not exactly impossible to do so, it's just most of the time I don't know what's behind those olive eyes... Well, I try my best to guess and to decipher those signs you give away, but nothing. Hang on, nothing? Not really, when I'm lucky and when you're willing to spill it out I get something... It's frustrating at times, but I like it. It's like I'm next to you, close to your thoughts but then I can't quite catch them... It's strangely magnetic. Yes, that's the word. Magnetic. What do you see in me then? I haven't got a clue. I'm not particularly your kind of taste. At least that's what I think. I'm not good looking. I'm a worrier, not much confidence with what I do. I'm boring. Ordinary. No one could have possibly fallen in love with me unless they are out of this universe. I'm just a simple man on earth who needs to gain more weight and work on my muscles. See how unattractive and mudane I am? No, you don't. And that's what bothers me. I'm scared that one day we'll both wake up from this dream. And when I look into your eyes I can't no longer see my reflection in them. I'm scared that you'll tell me how blind folded you were to pick me. I'm scared that you'll get bored of me and never coming back to my arms again. I'm scared. Yes, I am.
