only time can tell

sometimes i wish
i could tell you the things that run through my mind
but sometimes i know
that some secrets are better kept than spoken.

sometimes i wish
i could decipher what was in my head
but sometimes i know
that with some things, only time can tell.

if you could see my heart and the running dialogue in my mind
if you understood everything that was tearing me in all directions
maybe you could see me
maybe you could understand

but sometimes i fear
that if i were to tell the secrets of my heart
and you were to hear them
they would no longer be secret,
and are you the one whose ears they are meant to tell?

maybe this is why
my thoughts labor within me
a constant pull between one or another.
sometimes i wish i didn't have to choose a side
that perhaps i could ride
on a white picket fence for awhile.
but i know that isn't fair
to be so in-between about something that doesn't affect just me.
but if i choose too hastily,
maybe i'll just choose what's easy;
i like to be free.

sometimes i wish
i could tell you the things that run through my mind
but sometimes i know
that some secrets are better kept than spoken.

sometimes i wish
i could decipher what was in my head
but sometimes i know
that with some things, only time can tell.