I fight a fight I know I cant win;
I'm lying about my feelings again.
I hope to hell that I will change,
build myself a good new name.
All I tell him is that I'm tired,
when inside my heart is a raging fire.
Every doubt clouds my mind.
he knew the secret all this time.
Suppose you're honest about your love,
what will happen when off come the gloves?
You would have found out anyway,
I wanted to save us both the heartache.
My scars, my cuts, they're everything to me.
and you say it's not the only thing you see.
You see my heart; you see my soul.
I've always thought what I've been told.
Maybe I could take this chance...
Maybe ours will be a true romance...


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