If I had to describe the way I feel
There's a small chance it won't be long
But I'm scared of the things I'd reveal
That you'd know my weaknesses
But here it goes...

The butterflies have taken flight
It makes me sick inside
I can't control it
Maybe I don't want to
Then comes the red flush
The gold rush
The pining
The denying
The wishing
The missing
I guess I want you

If I had to say
How I feel inside
In conclusion, I think I love you
But for now I'll keep denying