I am sorry for this,
I can't help my natural reactions.
My first instinct is to protect myself.
I can't tell you that your why I shy away,
Can't let you in on my secrets.
Your what keeps me up at night,
But your also the lullabye that puts me to sleep.
Your what makes me get out of bed every morning,
To face this all again.
I don't like you this close,
It hurts when I see you everyday,
And you know,
That's worse.
So as I get in my life boat and push myself out to sea,
Remember me when I was O.K.
Before all this pain,
And before I lost myself to you.

wrote February 12, 2008

B. Ann

-If I told you that I need you would I be out of line?