This isn't a love song, because it's not a song. It's just something in my heart that locks my lips and scares me deep inside. I am afraid of what I might become, I am afraid of what I am, of what I say & mostly of the things that have never seen the daylight. My secrets scare me. They cut right through me like a blade that cuts the smallest hole in the mist of lies that cover up my deepest fears. If it cuts deep enough they will spill right over my smile and shatter my dreams. Should my fears & secrets stop me, should they block the way to happiness. That small road that leads the way to I Don't Know Where is so mysterious that my mission is to walk on it and jump over every damn thing that might stop me. Is my courage strong enough am I brave enough to walk them all by myself, is there anybody out there worth the trust. Someone who will walk right beside you and won't steal the moment when it belongs to you, that will give you their hand and jump off a cliff for you. Actually ...
I'm not looking for something like that. I just want somebody that will see the sorrow in my eyes & will not cut deeper, someone I can share my secrets with & he will not judge me because I still watch cartoons & because I don't like cream, because I yell a lot louder than most people & my hair looks awful when I wake up in the morning. My obsession with all-stars won't bother him & if I don't want to be at home, he'll grab my hand, take me to the nearest mountain peak and kiss me with so much passion, more passion than Titanik all together. I'd do the same thing for him .
