It\'s harder \'cause it\'s no longer a fantasy.
Something real between you and me.
At least that\'s how I choose to see,
but maybe its all make believe.
Try as I may; try as I might.
The words never seem to come out right.
I never want to wake up from this dream,
\'cause, here, you belong with me.
If I told you now how I feel,
would it scare you away?
If I speak these words,
would it make you appreciate,
all the times when nothing was said?
Words just sitting in my head,
and we could just go on being friends.
I\'m scared you won\'t see
all the ways that we can be
something more than a fantasy,
our new reality.
I\'m afraid we won\'t be able to ignore
if you don\'t want something more.
We won\'t be the friends we were before,
but I just can\'t do this anymore.
I can\'t pretend to be,
especially when I feel differently.
What do you want?
I can\'t keep on guessing,
though I can\'t shake the thought.
I should give it more time,
then maybe it\'ll be fine.
I could get on with my life.
I\'m done telling lies.
You may not think
what I\'ve begun to see,
but we are on the brink
of our new reality.