| You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply | |
| I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie | |
| And who am I to judge you on what you say or do | |
| When I am only just beginning to see the real you | |
| And sometimes when we touch the honesty is too much | |
| And I have to close my eyes and hide | |
| I want to hold you till I die till we both break down and cry | |
| I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides | |
| Romance with all its strategy leaves me battling with my pride | |
| and through the insecurity some tenderness survived | |
| I am just another writer still trapped within my truth | |
| A hesitant prize-fighter still trapped within his youth | |
| And sometimes when we touch the honesty is too much | |
| And I have to close my eyes and hide | |
| I want to hold you till I die till we both break down and cry | |
| I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides | |
| At times I want to break you and drive you to your knees | |
| At times I want to break through and hold you endlessly | |
| And sometimes when we touch the honesty is too much | |
| And I have to close my eyes and hide | |
| I want to hold you till I die till we both break down and cry | |
| I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides |