Wrong Impression - Natlie Imbruglia.
Didn't want to leave you with my last confession / yeah / of love
Nobody ever told him that they loved him, unless they were about to die. They all knew it was futile to hope, so they kept it secret until there was no time left.
When that declaration came, that meant it was fatal. This was real; he was dying. No…
When he should have said the same, kissed him and told him that he loved him too… when it came to it, all he could do was plead. Don't say that. Don't let it be true.
"I love you."
"Don't." I love you too.
But by then, it was too late.