I want to tell you, my head is filled with things to say.
When you're here, all those words they seem to slip away.
When I get near you, the games begin to drag me down.
It's alright, I'll make you maybe next time around.
But if I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind,
That is confusing things.
I want to tell you, I feel hung up and I don't know why,
I don't mind, I could wait forever, I've got time.
Sometimes I wish I knew you well,
Then I could speak my mind and tell you,
Maybe you'd understand.
I've got time.
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