If I cut out my heart you can have it
If I capture my soul you can keep it
All I ask is for my lips
So I can say I love you
If I had only said it
If I had only told
That secret that I've kept so long
Secrets don't grow cold
Now I'll always wonder
Would that be my hand
That is held in your own?
Would that be me it your arms?
Would that be me
Telling you that I care?
Would that be my head on your shoulder?
It's almost like I hate you
I love you far too much
I hate the way you laugh
I hate to feel your touch
It's almost like a passion
A longing deep inside
I'm drowning in an ocean
Full of all the tears I've cried
