Did you notice lately my avoidance from looking at you, and
seeing you at the same time? Did you notice the pain
radiating from my eyes and the way I try to disregard your
presence all the time? Can you see through me? Can you note
the wars inside my guts? Did you notice the way I purposely
avoid talking to you, the way that talking should be? No, I
don't believe you see...
                   
"How long will I be so scared, to tell you and act true, to
myself and you?"  

Did you note my hesitation when I sat beside you? When I
sang with you? When your presence was too much? When I
longed and repelled altogether from the thought of your
touch? When I needed you for something and threw it in your
face? When my vocal chords can only sound with a sign of
disgrace? When I ignored your naked body when it was in
sight? Although your look seems so bright, I wonder...

"How long will I be so scared, to tell you and act true, to
myself and you?"