QUIERO CONTARTE.

I want to tell you my head is filled with things to say. When you're here all those words, they seem to slip away. When I get near you the games begin to drag me down. It's all right, I'll make you maybe next time around. But if I seem to act unkind, It's only me, it's not my mind. That is confusing things. I want to tell you I feel hung up but I don't know why. I don't mind, I could wait forever. I've got time, sometimes I wish I knew you well. Then I could speak my mind and tell you. Maybe you'd understand, I want to tell you I feel hung up but I don't know why I don't mind. I could wait forever. I've got time, I've got time.