What can I say?
What can I do?
Who shall I be,
When Im talking to you?
Will you believe,
What I have to say?
What is so hard,
For me to relay?
Why do I find it so hard,
To tell you the depths of my heart?
Would you listen to me,
When I speak to you to set myself free?
Pain is like dust on a shelf,
Builds up over time, wont come down.
Could you be the one,
With a brush in your hand,
To sweep through my land?
Why do I find it so hard,
To tell you the depths of my heart?
Would you listen to me,
When I speak to you to set myself free?
What can I do?
Who shall I be,
When Im talking to you?
Will you believe,
What I have to say?
What is so hard,
For me to relay?
Why do I find it so hard,
To tell you the depths of my heart?
Would you listen to me,
When I speak to you to set myself free?
Pain is like dust on a shelf,
Builds up over time, wont come down.
Could you be the one,
With a brush in your hand,
To sweep through my land?
Why do I find it so hard,
To tell you the depths of my heart?
Would you listen to me,
When I speak to you to set myself free?