Forgive me for the words I'm about to say
these phrases I'll utter from my lips
Please, don't take the wrong way these statements I strip from the grip of the essence that makes us whole,
but I can't suppress what's inside my soul...

I'm afraid

Not of you, but what you won't be
Not what you do, but the things I don't see
The things behind the scene that screens what eventually makes us scream...

I'm afraid

Not of falling in love, but falling into love blindly
Leaping forward with all my cushions behind me
Praying your arms will find me and bind me but
As I fly,
your arms decline and resign as I fall through
empty
space
breaking face on the shards of my broken heart

I'm afraid

Not that you'd might lie
but the fact that i'd believe you
receive you with open arms
'Cuz you can't break a broken heart...

I'm afraid

Not of you, but what might not be
Not what you do, but the things I can't see
The things behind the scene that screens what eventually makes us scream... the future of "we" instead of "you" and "me"...

...And I'm afraid