Afraid
I fear the things I can’t control
For once they start they go on a roll
Many times I’ve tried to figure out why
But I might as well have tried to fly
I close myself off as I start to get close
Then express myself with prose too verbose
When what I should do is show the real me
But that is the problem I have, you see
I’m afraid of the pain like I’ve had in the past
And I’m always afraid that the pain will last
The pain of a broken heart is, to me, very real
And with this pain I often can’t feel
I walk and I talk and I seem to be okay
But the thought of love lost just won’t go away
There’s nothing now beating in this heavy chest
And I’m afraid there’ll be none ‘til my last rest
I want to go forth and let my love show
To have feelings, wants, and the courage to grow
But all I seem to do is play this charade
And it’s because I choose alone … I’m so afraid
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