You know, I've always believed, that, when You feel something,
especially something good for someone, You shouldn't keep it away
from him - You should let him know, what You feel or think.
But I also believe, that, if You think it's love, there's no need to bring
it out - if You know, there's no chance for it 'o grow! -
And now I find, that what I believe and what I feel are two very
different things - and those feelings, that I've all kept to myself
wanna come out every time I meet You.
I guess I was right in one way, that I never told You this - and Idon't
really know, why I'm telling You now - but I can't hold on me any
longer.
Maybe there could be a chance, a little one?
But - because of the way You are, and the way I am we'll never take
ist, 'll we?
All of respect, because You're not free. Call it fear of rejection, say I
was pride or call it just common sense ... call it whatsoever - now I
confess my secret thoughts:
You're the kind of person I could love - You're honest, sincere - and
You've got that certain kind of something, people are always looking
for and really find, but never seem to get enough of.
If our heards and souls 'll ever find, there 'll be a fire, that nobody in
the whole world 'll be able to extinguish! -
But - that was yesterday - and things seem so different now. So - I
use my better judgement again - and never mail this letter. -
especially something good for someone, You shouldn't keep it away
from him - You should let him know, what You feel or think.
But I also believe, that, if You think it's love, there's no need to bring
it out - if You know, there's no chance for it 'o grow! -
And now I find, that what I believe and what I feel are two very
different things - and those feelings, that I've all kept to myself
wanna come out every time I meet You.
I guess I was right in one way, that I never told You this - and Idon't
really know, why I'm telling You now - but I can't hold on me any
longer.
Maybe there could be a chance, a little one?
But - because of the way You are, and the way I am we'll never take
ist, 'll we?
All of respect, because You're not free. Call it fear of rejection, say I
was pride or call it just common sense ... call it whatsoever - now I
confess my secret thoughts:
You're the kind of person I could love - You're honest, sincere - and
You've got that certain kind of something, people are always looking
for and really find, but never seem to get enough of.
If our heards and souls 'll ever find, there 'll be a fire, that nobody in
the whole world 'll be able to extinguish! -
But - that was yesterday - and things seem so different now. So - I
use my better judgement again - and never mail this letter. -