Floating where no one can See

20 different laughs
                    and 20 different faces
          100 different thoughts
                    A millions different feelings

and "I" floats in the
          -=middle=-

where no one can know
                    and nobody will see
just how (shallow) I am,

                    and how much I
          (hate to) give up (anything)
                    to you


          But my hatred is (just) fear of
                              what I might lose;
          this hatred is afraid that
                              (a fearful thought;
                   "what will I get back")
                              my poor heart
                    (with it's reverberating pulse)
          won't be able to keep up
                                        (or return)          with
(all) the love I've
                              (been) given

and I don't want to let you down
and I don't want to fail
and I don't want to miss
                              (a moment with)

                                                                                                              you