It’s true, I’ve tried so long to be the one who would put a consoling arm around my friend’s shoulder
It’s true, I’ve tried to be strong, give advice when ’twas called for, or simply listen to the pain,
Simply to be here for the ones I care for.
It’s true, I loved once as much I ever could but was unrequited,
It’s true, I am unused to words of love and tenderness,
Fearing they might turn into accents of bitterness,
It’s true, deep down love still frightens me. Lisez la suite de cette entrée »
