When you asked why I wanted to learn your native language
The answer danced on the tip of my tounge
I kept it to myself
By them you had already been wishy washy
I feared you wouldn't reciprocate it
I still don't think you can
I hope that I'll be able to tell you about it someday
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
And it shows you, enlighted by my confession
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC
When you asked why I wanted to learn your native language
The answer danced on the tip of my tounge
I kept it to myself
By them you had already been wishy washy
I feared you wouldn't reciprocate it
I still don't think you can
I hope that I'll be able to tell you about it someday
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
And it shows you, enlighted by my confession
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