Repair
The one thing I’m scared of is me,
I’m here all the time and I won’t go away.
But I’m trying so hard to improve myself,
and I’m leaving behind my yesterday.
Don’t tell me how to define my soul,
don’t expect me to wait for you here.
I’m sick and tired of all the games you play,
and I’m tired of living in fear.
So tell me that you understand my feelings,
tell me that you’ll always be there.
Don’t make me turn and walk out that door,
because it’s not something we can repair.
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