Now I know it's really true;
perhaps it's no longer a problem of trust,
but a phobia.
All the bad happenings really brought my soul to hell;
I knew you never wanted it to happen,
but it did, eventually.
Now it's no longer your problem;
it's mine, my fear.
All the thoughts made me want to run away;
as far as I can.
I will never ever be able to find that courage back again.
One regret is enough;
I really don't know what am I thinking.
Perhaps it's time that I need.
I don't ask much of you;
just be patient and wait.
Perhaps by the time,
you have really found another one;
or perhaps, I've already conquered my fear.
