My Confession - Richard Marx

Maybe you’ve noticed how I linger by the door,

Looking for ways to hang around.

I never felt my moment ever show itself before,

But I’ve got to speak or lose you now.

This is my confession.

I bare my soul to you.

This is my confession,

The one thing I can do.

How will I ever make you mine,

If you don’t know that I’m alive?

I confess to you

My love for you.

He’ll never say the words I’ve rehearsed a million times,

Or stop your tears before they fall.

He’ll never even try to put his thoughts of you in rhymes.

His heart is barely there at all.

I have always believed somehow

I’d be standing right here before you now,

Hoping the last breath I take,

I take in your arms.