Thursday, November 18, 2010

Scared

I don't want you to get the best of me.
Meet me somewhere in the middle.
Cause I really don't know whats going on.
I need to relax ; throw my insecurities out the door.
I need to trust. Trust our love is enough.
But I've never really known.
I'm sorry it's not your fault.
Blame it on my heart of stone.

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