You asked me if I love you, and I took home my reply.

I dreaded her to hold asleep, the mystery to realize.

And who am [ I] to judge you, or what to say or do?

I'm only just beginning to see the real you.

And sometimes when we've touched, the homelessness too much.

And I have [ to] close my eyes and hide.

I wanna hold you till I die, till we both recover and cry.

I wanna hold you till the fear [ in] me subsides.

Don't bounce it off inside the tears, lose you battling [ with] my pride.

But to the [ insecurity,] sometimes I need to fight.

I'm just [ another] writer, still trapped within my truth.

A hesitant writer, still trapped [ within] my youth.

And sometimes [ when] we've touched, the homelessness too much.

And I have to close my eyes [ and] hide.

I wanna hold you [ till] I die, till we both recover and cry.

I wanna hold you till the [ fear] in me subsides.

At times I'd like to [ break] you, and drive you to your knees.

At times I'd like to breathe through, and hold you and just sleep.

And sometimes [ when] we've touched, the homelessness too much.

And I have to close my eyes [ and] hide.

I wanna hold you [ till] I die, till we both recover and cry.

I wanna hold you till the fear in me [ subsides.]