I can’t say it now.

I can’t say it ever.

This is humiliating!

I want it to be, but this isn’t love in the making.

Fantasizing will get my nowhere.

My confidence is the size of a hair.

What if you don’t actually care?

What if you think I’m joking?

What if you’re joking?

It’s constant mixed signals.

I can’t determine anything anymore.

I want it to be love.

I want you.

I want to tell you.

But do you want it to be love?

Do you feel the same way?

I know I’ll regret it if i don’t say it ever,

I really want us, forever.

“It’s better now than never”

It’s harder than you think.

I can’t tell him how I feel,

I can’t pull a ring and kneel.

He doesn’t know I like him,

he might not even be into guys.

I know him so well,

we’ve been there together when we fell.

Eight years.

Eight years wasted, wanting someone.

I was 7, you were nine.

Since then, Ive wanted you to be mine.

I know I will regret not saying it, but will I regret saying it as well?

This is crazy, it’s making me crazy.

I can’t sleep because of you, people think I’m lazy.

I’m already regretting everything.