These betraying fingers,
They trace around your heart,
And make you fall in love,
With a person,
I don't want to be.
Our silence echoes in the darkness,
We dare not speak the truth,
Instead we choose to lie,
And we do,
Lie in a heartbeat.
We are hot and
We are cold,
You are hot for me,
I am cold for you,
We are a paradox,
Of ourselves.
My heart is heavy,
With the burden of regret,
Regret for the things I've done,
That you will never know,
And regret, for the way I am,
Yet hate to be.
And In the morning,
Your bear like hands cause comfort,
To my fragile frame,
And when the sun rises,
We shall go on as always,
You and your love,
And me and my shame.
