I am late
I am laying here with no intentions of
what to do
what to think
or what to wear
I thought that I didn't care as much anymore
I was either hiding it for awhile
or I was some sort of liar
You must understand
You have to understand me
I am scared
and I am very fragile
I can only handle but so much
and right now I can handle the fact that it's not me beside you
The doorway may be clear, but I see people rushing
This is no time for me to play with what I can get
This is the time for me to step up and stick out
and get what I came here for;
I've held close for so long.
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