Letras: Ben Lee. Meet The Real You. Brinsley.

I choose to be this insecure
Cause I'm so sure
That if you really knew my ways
You'd be turned off
I spend time swimming at the beach
For a treat
And if you're really so great
Then take a seat
And if I wanted to know
I would have asked
But I couldn't make you see
It all comes down to this
Do you love me Brinsley?
I guess I'm singing all the time
A constant mime
I'm sick of all this wasted time
I'm sick of me
And if the novelty wears off
Be quick to scoff
Cause all the time
I whisper here
I mean to scream
And if I wanted to know
I would have asked
But I couldn't make you see
It all comes down to this
Do you love me Brinsley?