Everything is going so well.
I'm scared but i'll never tell.
For the first time in a long time i'm happy.
I didn't think this emotion was meant for me.
The truth is i'm terrified.
But I keep that buried deep inside.
I know that if I ever let it free
This horrid fear will consume me.
Maybe I don't know how to be happy.
Maybe it was never meant to be.
All I know is you touch my heart, melt the ice,
But i'm the one who raises the knife, makes the slice.
Copyright 2005 Eladrim
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