I'm so tired. Would you forgive me, love, if I laid in your bed and dreamed of you? Would you forgive me, love, if you knew why I couldn't, why I can never love you?
All of me. You would never accept less than all of me, and I cannot be whole, not with you. When I wear this mask, I am the perfect man- I cook, I clean, and I never disagree with you. Yes, I am arrogant, and yes, I am laughing. Would you forgive me, love, if you saw all of me?
Sometimes, I want to scream. I want to cry, I want to shout, I want to show you all of me. All of the qualities and emotions that I must bury when I am near you. The anger, the frustration, the arrogance, the deeply buried desire to just be selfish, just once. I can only show you my shell- that is the only way that I can be perfect for you.
And, yes, I am arrogant, yes, I do want you, no, I can never be perfect, no, I can never give you all of me, no, I cannot love you. I do love you, but I'm not supposed to. Would you forgive me, love, if I showed you that I'm just as flawed as everyone else?
You're pure- only a perfect man could have you. And, you know, I want to be perfect for you. Yes, I'm know it's impossible, yes, I know it's unrealistic, no, I won't change my mind, no, I'm not perfect, no, I cannot love you. Would you forgive me, love, if I laid in your bed? Would you forgive me, love, if I held your pillow to my body and dreamt of your touch? Would you forgive me, love, if I didn't love you?