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.