We are face to face and there so many things I could say but I keep quiet.
I wouldn't want to mess our little arrangement up you know start a riot.
So I stomp out the fire that burns in me like a ciggarette on concrete.
But the damage is already done. So when I sigh it's me slowly
trying to swallow what's dying to get to the surface.
Sometimes I think my heart does this stuff to me on purpose.
I need, I want, I am... I battle with wanting you everyday.
I'd give anything to bury these feelings, you know put it down to lay.
But we are who we are and I feel what I feel. I dora explorer
discovered you but I can never explore your feilds.
Face to face. The things I cannot say.