Running from

I wish i could say the words
that are on the tip of my tongue
tell you what you mean to me
how i want you to be the one

but I'm afraid i could
lose all i ever wanted
and i could get ridiculed
the possibility's leave me haunted

so i notice you flirting with her
and i try to keep my head
i suspect you might love her
and not hate me instead

what would you say
how would you feel
if i confessed
what i think is real

so i wait for you
and some words that might never come
trying to figure out
what I'm running from