staring into the open, all i see is you. my mind floods with images of how it could be, should be. if weren't for my fear of failing you, him, her, they, them, everyone, then i'd be okay. but in the end, does how i feel really matter?
staring into the open, all i see is you. my mind floods with images of how it could be, should be. if weren't for my fear of failing you, him, her, they, them, everyone, then i'd be okay. but in the end, does how i feel really matter?