Fear It Must Be Told

I fear you do not know me and it's all my fault

because of fear I've been withholding, you know it's my greatest fault

but how real can it be if it's solely in my head

and does it give it any more of a soul if it is in mine and your's, instead?

because I know we both have dreamt some crazy shit

I refuse to believe I'm jeopardizing all of my relationships now because of it

still here I am, wishing I could fold

but I've got a terribly embarrassing hand

and this story is old

I know you think you know me

you believe you have as good as heard it before

but it must be told

I feel that it must be

told