I'm over here,
But you look over there.
I now have a fear,
That just rips and tears.
What am I to do,
With these feelings I hold.
These feelings that have to do with you,
The ones that I have not yet told.
So all I do is think,
'What am I to do without you? '
Somedays it may drive me to drink,
If I don't tell you to soon.
But how am I to do it,
When I have not the courage.
Shall I just do it,
Without the thought of what I'm doing?
So I suppose I'll figure it out,
Just hopfully in time.
Before everything goes about,
And we won't be together ahead in time.