Scared

Im not really sure what i was trying to say with this. Im confused. And this is as good as i could explain it.





Will this frigid air be the last straw?
Will I end up alone?
Street lights bloom in the distance
Start on the wrong foot, not making it home

Pushing myself to great lengths
Making use of my time
Tired of standing in one place
Tired of barely making it by

Will this frigid air be the last straw?
Have I convinced you to leave?
I’m making sure that you know, I never loved this,
Not even frequently

This beast is taking its time now
You’ll find its been here all along
The beast is my fear of
Saying something horribly wrong