Did I really wait? Did I lie? Maybe I was too afraid to wait, to wait in this hole in the bricks.
The small time I have to say the many things needed to be said. It seems pointless...
Funny, isn't it? All the time I have to speak, I fill it with sweet nothings.
But it seems like that is what you need the most, the comfort of sweet words.
For you, feeling opens the door to pain. So I am afraid to ask for your heart.
You have been denied that same request so many times that I am afraid you are numb to love.
And so I touch you ears with sweetness in the hopes that one day I may touch your lips with the same.
And so I hide, I hide because I know that soon I will ask for your heart, and I am afraid.
You have so many people that care about you, and I am but one.
I will bleed for you, and there is nothing in heaven, nor on earth, that can change that.
And, in regards to today:
I do not like to judge sin my love, for beauty is a sin.
And you my darling, you sin so differently from the rest.
