Sometimes
I just don’t understand
Why do we hide
Who we are?
What we think?
What we feel?
I know
Exactly what I feel
What I think
Who I am
I want you
To know exactly
How I feel
What I think
Who I am
I feel
Butterflies in my stomach
Every time
You and I cross paths
I think
We could be
Would be
Should be amazing
I am
Me, he, man
But none of that matters
Compared to the possibility of
WE