Lyrics:

It’s not ending stop pretending all these reasons you’re defending don’t change how i feel.
And I'd like to take a moment to divide a broken quotient of a heart made out of steel.

But if the fire’s hot enough to smelt, even the most iron of hearts will melt.

And this is now the case here or seemingly appears when told to you by me.
For all your dodging and evading and your running and your hiding I know you also see.

The way you make me melt inside,
and the way you make me want to cry.

But then you draw the line.
You put up walls you bide your time.
You push your feelings six feet down and smile.

And I just want to scream:
What am I doing wrong, all this time?
Why cant you open up, have to hide?
We both know what we have is real,
but your not ready for that.

I'm sorry for confusion but I'm under the illusion that solutions cant be found.
Cause all of it is easy though i know its kinda cheesy to just not make a sound.

But once it's said it can't be not, and I don't want to though I ought,

to run into your arms and be caught within your charms in a blissful free allure.
But holding hands is pleasing and though it's kinda teasing it still feels secure.

But that is it i draw the line.
I put up walls I bide my time.
It's not that I don't want you too.
It's just that, I’m not you.

And I just want to scream:
What am I doing wrong, all this time?
Why cant you open up, have to hide?
We both know what we have is real.
Why aren’t you ready for that?
I’m sorry that I cant, open up.
I’m sorry that I wont, let you feel.
I’m sorry if I (you lead me) lead you on.
But I’m not ready for this.

Now i know all that i say is impractically cliche but that doesn't change the truth.
The truth that you now haunt me tease and touch and taunt me, manipulate my youth.

My mind is young, my heart is old.
My hopes are children, my eyes are cold.

Inexperience seduced by the aura you produce when you claim to love me back,
and the crash of disappointment when you let your thoughts lie dormant to passively attack.

Attack me where i live most weak,
attack me when I hope and seek,
I look across the table at you and smile.

And hold back my scream.

What am I doing wrong, all this time?
Why cant you open up, have to hide?
Don’t we both know that this is real?
Why aren’t you ready for that?
It's not that I don’t want, to open up.
It's not that I wont try, let you feel.
I cant help it that I (you lead me) lead you on,
but I’m not ready for this.

When you look across the table I wish that I were able to meet your gaze with mine.
But I know that that's not changing though a good show we are staging when i tell you that I'm fine..