i’ve love to speak my mind
but the thoughts won’t fit to words
syllables can’t express
the war torn scene in my head

on the one hand there’s a dream
a laugh like a melody
it seems so clear till you see
the other hand is reality

the only thing worse that letting her go
is keeping love secret so she won’t know
i’m so afraid i won’t see her again
it’s worth the risk of losing a friend

i’d love to open my heart
but it’s closed for a time to heal
maybe after all the repairs
you can tour the ruins restored

if only i could blurt it out
she’d fall back in her chair
and for a moment i can forget
that i don’t have a prayer

the only thing worse that letting her go
is keeping love secret so she won’t know
i’m so afraid i won’t see her again
it’s worth the risk of losing a friend