MAYBE

Maybe I'm not like other guys,

Maybe I'm tired of putting on the same disguise.

Maybe the words I use are beautifully scripted lies,

And maybe all I just said now are another fresh set of lies.

Maybe the truths are hidden in my eyes

Which is why we get lost in each other eyes,

Then work ourselves over the edge,

Keeping on till our blinding pleasures demise.

Maybe all my truths and lies were always bared

Because you're the one that keeps running tracks in my head.

Maybe all the plots and schemes I sketched

Were so you could share my heart and later on, my bed.

Maybe the feelings I portrayed were to show you how much I cared,

Maybe the memories we made were proof

of how of me, a different man you made.

Maybe you've changed me in ways I can't explain.

Maybe I've been using maybe in dread of the truth

Which is that I can no longer restrain my emotions for you.

So, I believe it to be true

Without a shred of doubt nor two

When I confirm it to you

That I...I am utterly in love with you.