If we talk I'll feel vulnerable and I don't like being exposed
Memory short, because talking is what led us here
.
But see you're going deeper now
Closet doors unlocked and opened
My motives and actions pondered and graded
Excuses may appear but soon debunked they fade yeah
,
I want to hide
You might decide you don't like me
And I'd put my head in my hands
Rejected by my best friend
It's been a few years and I'm still on toe tips
Nervous on tippytoes
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When you feel open with me I open up
War in our heads constant and we need backup
So I'll walk the bridge of private conversation
Don't laugh if I take one step forward very slowly.
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