Maybe I think too much,
Maybe I stay to the things that should be long ago gone,
But I just can't forget those,
I can but can only be done by,
Saying what's in my head for once saying what's bothering me my actually insecurities,
But it might hurt hearing,
And I don't want you to be upset,
Specially because of me,
So I will suffer myself,
Instead I will not share anything but let it kill me inside,
Because I love you too much that I would love to die rather then see you upset
