I just want to hold her hand,
but they all tell me it's wrong...
I wish I had some time to figure
out where I belong.
I'd hold her closely if I could,
but no one would understand.
And if I could, I'd love her like
other women would a man.
I want to tell how much I love her
and how much I care.
But the truth is that, aloud,
I wouldn't even dare...
Cause even I don't understand
these feelings deep inside.
But vaulting emotion, very soon,
gets difficult to hide.
So, I'll keep writing love notes
to you deep within my mind
because it seems that this
"New World" is terribly behind.
Nothing in this Earth, my love,
is ever what it seems.
So, I'll profess my love for you...
if only in my dreams.
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