I want to know your thoughts before they are,
But I’m afraid of what I’ll do to myself
And how much farther I’ll take it in my heart.

So I keep quiet, and love and adore from a distance.
And every time you do something that makes me want to draw near,
I take two steps back, giving my heart sickness.

Trying to keep a balance of a scale weighted by emotion
Until you are merely a shadow in the corners of my mind
And an old idea forced to be a foolish notion.

Yet time and time again I prove that to me you’re more than that.
I tire of putting this show on for myself,
Because when the curtain falls, with it drops the act.

The actress, she’s gone- all that’s left is me:
Raw, cracked, slightly faded.
But at least you've come back into my dreams.