Why didn't I tell you,
when the time was there?
Why don't I tell you,
what I feel in here?
I think I'm afraid,
afraid of what you feel.
I lose myself in my dreams,
where it isn't this real.
Where I can run over hills,
and I can fly to the sky.
Where no ocean is too deep,
or a mountain too high.
But shall I ever feel this feeling,
outside of my dreams?
Shall my life ever be as sweet,
as hot chocolate with cream?