But right in front of me you stay
Afraid to confront what could be destiny
Afraid of what isn't there for me
Or am I afraid of what could be reality
Living in fairy tales where endings are never happy
Engulfed by my insecurities
What happens if you weren't made for me?
If I repress myself
I would be like a stealth
I'll stand tall
Won't Cry
No tears will come from these eyes
In my mind they will stay suppressed
In my heart they will stay alive
And maybe one day you'll be surprised.
