MISS isn't a four letter word; It's a promise

So scared of love
so scared of truley falling for you
it's not pretend anymore
though I'd love to think it was.
I'd love to just hold on
without the fear of being let go
but it's to late now
you tripped me far too long ago.
The clock continues to tick
so needing to be shot
it's not helping you find me
just making things hard.
I'll always be waiting
just give me a call
I'll be your angel,
promise
if only you lend me your wings
to break my fall