Everyday he told himself that this was going to be the day
When he would finally break down
And show her the evidence
He would summon up the courage, he would find a way
Reveal all of his fears and hope
His reservations made sense
And everyday he cracked open another beer as soon
As he walked in the house
Sat down on the sofa and stared at the TV
Went from planned conversation
To being as quiet as a mouse
His weakness the only thing causing him to stay
When he wanted to flee
How was he ever going to get out of this one
Would she ever see him for the failure he felt he was
Feeling less than worthy, feeling like a fraud
Sitting there next to her when he wanted to run
Aching to reveal himself, aching to be set free
From the illusion of the man he could never be
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