I've been denying,
but the fears are multiplying.
Picking at my brain,
and maiming my interests.
all I can think about is the way you smile,
and the way you talk to me.
I fee like a fool for falling into your soul,
cause I'd never be good enough for you.

You're the queen and I'm the jester.
You're no saint but you have me caught in your halo,
So won't you let me into your heart.

The feeling I've held onto,
but locked away inside my heart.
Tearing me up cause I know,
How you really feel about me.
This hope that I hold onto,
Stored inside my lungs so I won't scream.