I’m dying to tell you. Just spill it. Spit it out. Tell you how I really feel. You already know, so what’s there to lose? But you don’t understand. You don’t understand how I really feel. I don’t even understand how you feel. I’m losing it. This is it.
I wish that I could just go up to you. Scream it out loud so you could hear me. Finally. So everyone could hear me. I wouldn’t care. If only I could find out how you feel. This is it.
I wish that you would confess. Just tell me exactly how you’re feeling. I can’t help but feeling this way. We know we like each other so let’s just go for it. Come on! This is it.
What ever it takes. No matter how long it takes. I’ll find out the truth. Even thought I barely have a few more days with you. This is it. This will be the truth to how we really feel. Maybe this is totally real. Maybe I’m way in over my head. Maybe I’m just getting my feelings confused with the truth and everyone can see it except me. Maybe this was just a big mistake. Maybe not. Maybe this isn’t it.