i heard a story the other day of a boy who was in love...
his heart was wrapped around his neck and he couldnt get
enough and even more then he was afraid he knew she was
standing there waiting for a time when he could see her for
a day when he would care. and even though she hated it she
couldnt denie she was in love. they both knew it wasnt fair
and it would never be enough so here they stand not knowing
where to turn waiting for the lesson they both long to
learn. tell me your secrets i'll tell you mine we'll play
pretend that its all fine and when i see the tears or the
questions in your eyes i'll turn away not knowing that you
can still see mine.