December, Philadelphia

I'm afraid to be honest.
But this time I know what I want:
To tell her to her face,
"I came here
to see you, but
I didn't want you to know,
until I know
you wont tell me no.
Tell me I'm crazy or creepy or anything
Or tell me you want me too.
That you're scared too
That life isn't easy for you
but maybe
if I were a part of it too
it'd be a little easier,
better even."
Thats what I want and I'm sure.