Up late thinking about the past
How life was down the drain
How words meant nothing and actions were razor blades to my heart
Things can't be perfect
If they appear to be something is wrong
I hesitate because I would rather be alone
Then stabbed in the back again
I would rather wrestle with loneliness then
have my heart ripped out again
Should you take that leap?
Should you risk it all again?
Those all to familiar butterflies
The way my breath hitches in my throat
And the way my nerves tremble
I know this feeling and it scares me
And I just want to run away
I want to hide
I know what this is
It all starts the same
And I can't help but think
You will leave once you get what you want
Once I am of no use anymore
It pains me to think that way
But my walls are constantly up
Can I really trust someone again?
Will I be something more then a piece of trash you throw aside?
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