There are things I cannot say to you,
- because of who I am -
- because of who you are -
I've never had this before and the inexperience can be daunting,
So I hesitate, so I watch.
You've been built up and cracked too many times before,
So you're silent, so you sit.
Your walls are mortared with past and present,
Mine crumble beneath future's hopes.
And somewhere our walls intersect,
Building the foundation of a fortress perhaps,
Inside where we can maybe let go.
Where I can say things I cannot say.
I cannot say "I love you"
because I'm scared to,
I cannot say "for always"
because you've lost your faith in forever.
These are things I cannot say,
But maybe I do not have to.