Written on a page, in a book
hidden away from view, you can never look
a short line says how I feel
three little words, not to be made real
If I speak them out loud
you could run into the crowd
id never see you again, cant let this friendship end
so I keep them near, written here, to never send
If those words touch your ears, my fears become real
you could turn on your heel
and here I would end, alone once again
wishing to just get washed up in the rain
Wish I could paint them in the sky, would be the happiest guy
to say with pride the three words that I hide
but as the day turns to night the stars would fall down
ripping the words right down to the ground
So I let them sit on that page
under lock and key, in a darkened hidden cage
away from the light so no one can read
the words I write to you in my dreams
hidden away from view, you can never look
a short line says how I feel
three little words, not to be made real
If I speak them out loud
you could run into the crowd
id never see you again, cant let this friendship end
so I keep them near, written here, to never send
If those words touch your ears, my fears become real
you could turn on your heel
and here I would end, alone once again
wishing to just get washed up in the rain
Wish I could paint them in the sky, would be the happiest guy
to say with pride the three words that I hide
but as the day turns to night the stars would fall down
ripping the words right down to the ground
So I let them sit on that page
under lock and key, in a darkened hidden cage
away from the light so no one can read
the words I write to you in my dreams
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love
Kyle.
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