I find it hard but easier still,
To lie to myself about how I feel.
Again in my bed staring into my phone,
writing down passing moments alone;
Figuring out if verses really need to rhyme,
I just hope I'll figure it out in time.
Stumbling over words as they get in the way,
of the emotions I really try to portray;
I think I'll never have the guts
to say I want it to be us.