You said:
I don't know how to talk to her,
don't know how to fold my words
small enough to fit in her ear,
don't know which question to ask
to get the answers I need to hear.
You said:
They should call me the Steamroller.
I am always too much truth
wrapped up in too little tact,
too much push forward when
I should pull back.
You said:
I think there is something wrong with me.
Why can't I open my heart
before building a wall?
Why do I cower when
I should stand tall?
You said:
Maybe love isn't meant
to be easy.
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