I can’t let you pass me by I just can’t let you go.
But I know that I am much too shy to let you know.
Afraid that I might say the wrong words and displease you.
Afraid for love to fade before it can come true.🎶 🎼🎶 🎼
I don’t think I am alone in this genuine confession of my perplexity. In my case true love is fraught with such pressure. I have to present myself with frankness as a task, the unflattering side of my story and wonder how anyone could love me.
When is the word “I love you because you are exactly who you are, and no one else” I can grip of?
Sometimes I am afraid of showing who I am, that love will fade before it can come true.