You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply

I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie

Who am I to judge you on what you say or do?

I'm only just beginning to see the real you

Romance and all its strategy leaves me battlin' with my pride

But through the insecurity some tenderness survives

I'm just another writer still trapped within my truths

And you're a hesitant prizefighter trapped within your youth

At times I understand you and I know how hard you've tried

I've watched while love commands you and I've watched love pass you by

And at times I think we're drifters searching for a friend

A brother or a sister, but then the passion flares again