| 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? | |
| I'm only just beginning to see the real you | |
| And sometimes when we touch | |
| The honesty's too much | |
| And I have to close my eyes and hide | |
| I wanna hold you til I die | |
| Til we both break down and cry | |
| I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides | |
| Romance and all its strategy | |
| Leaves me battling with my pride | |
| But through the insecurity | |
| Some tenderness survives | |
| I'm just another writer | |
| Still trapped within my truth | |
| A hesitant prize fighter | |
| Still trapped within my youth | |
| And sometimes when we touch | |
| The honesty's too much | |
| And I have to close my eyes and hide | |
| I wanna hold you til I die | |
| Til we both break down and cry | |
| I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides | |
| At times I'd like to break you | |
| And drive you to your knees | |
| At times I'd like to break through | |
| And hold you endlessly | |
| At times I understand you | |
| And I know how hard you've tried | |
| I've watched while love commands you | |
| And I've watched love pass you by | |
| At times I think we're drifters | |
| Still searching for a friend | |
| A brother or a sister | |
| But then the passion flares again | |
| And sometimes when we touch | |
| The honesty's too much | |
| And I have to close my eyes and hide | |
| I wanna hold you til I die | |
| Til we both break down and cry | |
| I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides |