What's so hard about admitting most of the things that you discard when you care, when you love & when you're in love, they all differ because sometimes you're not really sure better late than never your pace has me wondering are you going to tell me ever fighting the feeling isn't going to get you too far it seems as though your truth is trapped in between the windows of a jar you have it in your head that I should know, but I don't tolerate your games & your bull ..... I won't our love is hurting every little bit all because you're afraid to admit