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| The Reason Behind It All |
| If I cry anymore, I'll scream or explain it all on my arms. Neither of which I want to do. I know you won't call back tonight I'm not sure I want you to It will just end up the same again- silence. Covering up who knows what Me and my suspicion, the paranoia the fear. Of pushing you away. Please understand I don't mean it but I can't stop. I've been hurt once by it and I'm afraid it will happen again. I need you to be here and help me. Prove to me, I have nothing to fear. November 11, 2001 |
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