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I'll pick you up at eight, if that's alright with you She's standing by her door, I don't know what to do. I hope she likes my clothes. I hope she laughes at my jokes. She steps into the car. I drive into the city. Shes talking, talking, talking. She's looking so pretty. So I give her all my best lines. But I think she knows they're all lies. But if I told the truth. Of whats really in my heart. That I'm so lonely. I tear myself apart. That I'm so insecure. I make myself sick. I can't even look in the mirror. To see myself like this. SongtexteIf I told the truth, would it scare you? We go out for a meal. And the conversation flows. She tells me bout her boy. Who's almost two years old. And she looks so beautiful. I wish I could hold her in my arms and never let go. But if I told the truth. Of whats really in my heart. That I'm so lonely. I tear myself apart. That I'm so insecure. I make myself sick. I can't even look in the mirror. To see myself like this. Cause sometimes, at night. I lie awake, and I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it, through. But if I told the truth. Of whats really in my heart. That I'm so lonely. I tear myself apart. That I'm so insecure. I make myself sick. I can't even look in the mirror. To see myself like this. I walk her to her door. And she kisses me on the cheek. She says i had fun. Call me next week. Aus Songtexte Mania