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You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply |
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I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie |
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And who am I to judge you on what you say or do |
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When I am only just beginning to see the real you |
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And sometimes when we touch the honesty is too much |
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And I have to close my eyes and hide |
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I want to hold you till I die till we both break down and cry |
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides |
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Romance with all its strategy leaves me battling with my pride |
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and through the insecurity some tenderness survived |
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I am just another writer still trapped within my truth |
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A hesitant prize-fighter still trapped within his youth |
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And sometimes when we touch the honesty is too much |
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And I have to close my eyes and hide |
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I want to hold you till I die till we both break down and cry |
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides |
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At times I want to break you and drive you to your knees |
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At times I want to break through and hold you endlessly |
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And sometimes when we touch the honesty is too much |
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And I have to close my eyes and hide |
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I want to hold you till I die till we both break down and cry |
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides |