Richard Marx

Maybe youжЉіe noticed how I linger by the door
Looking for ways to hang around
I never felt my moment would ever show itself before
But IжЉіe 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 donжЉ° know that IжЉ¦ alive
I confess to you
My love for you
HeжЉЈl never say the words IжЉіe rehearsed a million times
Or stop your tears before they fall
HeжЉЈl never even try to put his thoughts of you in rhymes
His heart is barely there at all
This is my confession
I bare my soul to you
This is my confession