It's not that I haven't thought about it,
It's just, I'm not sure.
I'm tired of being broken,
Sick of getting hurt.
Love is so dangerous, so risky.
I wish I knew what to do.
I wish this wasn't so confusing.
I wish I knew that you love me too.
The desire to tell you,
Is burning me up inside
I wish that in you,
I could confide.
I would tell you,
Yes, I love you...it's true
I would tell you all my secrets,wishes,hopes, and dreams.
My desires,passions, and wild schemes.
Everything I've said thus far is true,
But it won't be happening,
No matter how much I love you.
 
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