tried to tell you how I feel I tried to tell you but I'm weak Words don't come easily When you get close I shiver I watch you when you smile I watch you when you cry And I still don't understand I can't find a way to tell you
The begning of love is to let those wo love be perfectly them selves and not to twist them to fit our own image otherwise we only love the reflections of ourselves we find and them.
I'll lend you my shoulder for you to cry on, my ears to listen to, my hand for you to hold, my feet to walk with you, but I can't lend you my heart coz it already belongs to you.
