You know I like you
I know you do.
So I was just wondering,
If maybe you liked me too?
The deep truth has decided to escape
Do you think you're making me feel better?
Asking if i'm mad,
First I'll feel the butterflies inside
Even after all those times I cried.
Next the nervousness will erupt,
Trying to act normal, how long can I keep it up?
I do not want to hide anymore
Those feelings inside
But the pain behind it
Just keeps making me cry
I would much rather lay dead in a box
In the ground, below surface
Or washed away to sea
Projected upwards into the open space