Stomach, Meet Butterflies.
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?
Following that will bring the blame
The first glimpse of you puts me on memory lane.
Hoping with my heart in exchange a talk-it-out
But something inside me screams in high doubt
What will happen? Will everything be okay?
Will I know what to do, and not f**k up what I say?
I don't want to face denial as I've had to
And it's been rough, not knowing what to do.
Will you ignore me, or will you make it better?
Or will you turn to the guys and say 'I've forgotten her'
See how my mind jumps to conclusions?
That's because of the inner frustration and confusion
What will I say, what will I do?
I'm still in love, but I've gotta give up on you.