Of course I am scared. Just how much, is my secret.
Will you come? Somewhere I think I stopped waiting.
You see my smile. And you think there's so much hurt below. I like what you think more than what I really am. Makes me feel so much deeper.
All my time is spent with you. And I like it so. Just that I like complaining too. 'I hardly have the time to do anything else'. But really, there is nothing else.
I don’t tell you how beautiful I think you really are. Sounds very overrated. But it really isn't. You are more.
Every thing you don’t tell me, scares me more than all things you have told me. My assumptions are worse than reality. Wonder what life I’m living.