what's the matter? why do your eyes look so blank? and why can't you get it off your chest?

i'm sitting and i'm waiting and i'm just unsure if i can believe all these beautiful lines you spew from your mouth.

i'm looking over my shoulder every two seconds and i'm certain you're running away.

when you can count the people you trust on one hand with fingers to spare, does that make you lonely?

i'm nervous and i'm shaking in my boots and i'm nervous that everything i'm hoping for is just too much to ask for.