Shaking with the nervous apprehension,
Each moment seems to slow,
I'm not certain of the street sign,
Or where this road may go,
I'm sick of being cold,
There's warmth hidden and untold,

When the reasons start to contradict and concentration seems
to disappear,
Do I just choose to ignore that shit or do I take my cue to
run from here?

I know I'm critical, analytical,
I don't want to revive such hurt,
When I was buried it seemed to me,
That you were there to sprinkle dirt,
I'm tired of being 'okay',
There's a possibly perfect way,

When I begin to explore the doubt and I realise that I
already care,
Do I start looking for the next way out or do I run to you
to hold me near?

When I'm scared that it will fall apart and are jammed with
anxious fears,
Should I blindly follow my hopeful heart or turn from the
chance of tears?