I find myself stuck often times
Like someone drinking stale wine
And though I know the words to say
I tell myself not today

There so much that I do hide from you
So much you don't even have a clue
I'm hanging on by a rope that's turned to a string
But if I let go it may sting

There's a thousand different ways to confess my love
Each one there won’t be any white doves
Because you are unsure of what you want
A lonely heart out on the hunt

I would wait a lifetime
Perhaps that is the true crime
So, tell me now, before I go
Because I love you so