{the truth is...when I'm not with you...I miss you}.
you see behind my every wall.
how do you do it? how do you understand me so well?
it's just there...i understand you...and you understand me.
sometimes it terrifies me.
more than anything it terrifies me to think of losing this...whatever this is...
...and looking back on what could have been.
.
.
i'm afraid you'll see my ugly side.
i'm afraid of never being enough.
but despite all fears...I desperately hope.
you see behind my every wall.
how do you do it? how do you understand me so well?
it's just there...i understand you...and you understand me.
sometimes it terrifies me.
more than anything it terrifies me to think of losing this...whatever this is...
...and looking back on what could have been.
.
.
i'm afraid you'll see my ugly side.
i'm afraid of never being enough.
but despite all fears...I desperately hope.
1 comment:
i think we might be the same person
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