My Insecurities Are My Fault.
My Love For You Is Yours.
My Heart Is Locked Up Like A Vault
But With Writing, It’s An Open Door.

You Can’t Understand The Pain I Feel,
Nor Will You Realize Why.
I’d Try And Explain, But It’s So Surreal,
Hurts So Much, It Makes Me Want To Cry.
I Think My Honesty Ruined What Little We Had,
It’s An Error I Often Make.
But It’s Not That Which Makes Me Sad,
Cause The The Truth I Cannot Fake.