It scares me, the way
things get in your head
your music and negative friends
fill me with dread
I know it scared you,
those eyes blood red
when you were a little boy
lying in bed
It scares me, the way
I can get so jealous
even back before
trouble befell us
I'm sick and jealous
of every one of your friends
How did this become the way
my personality tends?
It scares me, the thought
of you over there drinking
You're an eighteen year old boy,
so What am I thinking?
luckily, my list of
fears is still shrinking
but some things, with fear
my brain is still linking
It scares me, the thought
of next winter already
it's only March, but I'm
nervous and feeling unsteady
It scares me, a new voicemail
or text on my phone
I'm terrified, although
I'm already alone
I have to find a way
to get this under control
straighten my mind
and patch up my soul
this isn't the way
I want life to be
so I'll try to supress
everything that scares me
