Maybe it's true that I'm in love with you. |
Maybe It's True Our castle walls are made out of rubber. Our dying wish is to die with our honor. Our whole lives flash before an audience With agendas a secret so well kept, Something we were never good at. Our hands are bruised and beaten and calloused. Our feet are blistered, broken and bleeding. Our hearts are smashed into a million pieces, Scattered on the floorboards of our dungeon. Our cavalry is composed of our failures. Our naval forces sink in our harbors. Our budget is money that we never had, Some loose change from the pockets of a stranger— A Good Samaritan who knows no danger. Our parents never approved of our weakness. Our empty promises dissolve in the air. Our hearts are symbols of a darker age That we pretend that we don’t still live in. Maybe it’s true, that I’m in love with you. Maybe I do want to spend my life with you. Maybe when I look in your eyes My heart finds something bigger. Maybe when I’m wrapped in your arms I’m unharmed, I’m made better. Maybe I’m scared, and that’s why I keep inside my suspicious. But the truth be told, it’s possible. Maybe I do love you. |