It's hard to trust when you've been tricked
So many times that you can't fix
The crippled nerve that is my life
But I can't end it with a knife
I have so much to stay here for
Too much to lay here on the floor
And think the thoughts that suffocate
The soul deep down inside, innate
Afraid of joy, afraid of pain
Afraid that I'm going insane
Afraid to love, afraid to hate
Afraid that if I give they'll take
For this I try to stay alone
And never use a cheery tone
For this I'll never cease to fear
The fear of losing something dear.
Copyright 2004 Laura Phrasavath
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