Calling out my fears to the front. This is not a tale of compassionate love It starts and ends like this Between your thighs and below your hips and your love makes me doubt That I've got all my problems sorted out and it just makes me sick That I am broke and can't be fixed now
All these years of going through never had no time for you I wish that you just understood That I'm too scared to fall in love
This is me in my weakest state Closed off, lonely, sad and frightened. I've got a lot of heart but too nervous, too nervous, too scared to tell you. I've got to climb to the top and when I got there I can't look back I'm used to hurting myself Too nervous, too nervous, too scared to tell you