I gave up before it could begin. Supposedly I'm protecting my wounded self.
Although I haven't wished for them, they won't go away. I'm unexpectedly confounded because of these unknown feelings.
Why must I end up being pulled towards those frank emotions? Very soon, I might just be able to cross over my timorous line of guard.
I already knew it was something special, but I was scared of admitting it.
Likely, I will lose my self-confidence again and again, but I just need to be my honest self and stay by your side.
Right now I want to approach you slowly and try to touch your hand. I feel shy looking at your smile and feeling your tenderness, so I always end up averting my eyes.
Why must I end up being pulled towards those frank emotions? Very soon, I might just be able to cross over my timorous line of guard.
I gave up before it could begin. Supposedly I'm protecting my wounded self.
Although I haven't wished for them, they won't go away. I'm unexpectedly confounded because of these unknown feelings.
Why must I end up being pulled towards those frank emotions? Very soon, I might just be able to cross over my timorous line of guard.
I already knew it was something special, but I was scared of admitting it.
Likely, I will lose my self-confidence again and again, but I just need to be my honest self and stay by your side.
Right now I want to approach you slowly and try to touch your hand. I feel shy looking at your smile and feeling your tenderness, so I always end up averting my eyes.
Why must I end up being pulled towards those frank emotions? Very soon, I might just be able to cross over my timorous line of guard.