You told me that you see me in your future. I can say the same thing. But the truth is, even with all this certainty in the air between us, I can't help but be scared that someone could tear us apart. And what the future was supposed to be won't be anymore.
I will always see you
Why do I continue to make myself look like an idiot even after you've left and I've stated to fall away?
I don't want this to end
You wouldn’t know how good I am at lying until you give me a reason to trust you.
I don’t even trust myself
I still fake my smiles, but around you I feel as if I don’t need to.
My wounds start to heal around you
Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this so easily? You make it hard smile because you make it hard to breathe. Why do you do this to me?
Secondhand Serenade
1. I love you 2. I don't know how to tell you that I love you 3. Do you know that I love you? 4. Oh God, I hope you don't 5. I don't want to risk losing you
5 reasons
My worst nightmare is waking up to you not next to me. That you will fall out of love. That all of the little things I do will start to annoy you. My worst nightmare is being there when you kiss another girl. That everything about us was a lie. My worst nightmare is watching you walk out on what we had.
Losing you is my biggest fear
I love how we lay together in bed. How we end up tangled together, hands folded together almost like we'd fear getting separated. The feeling of your chest rising and falling comforts me more than words can describe. The feeling of your breath on my cheek, neck, or where ever your face may be at 3 am makes me relaxed knowing that you are still with me. I love waking up to see your beautiful face, and I love seeing your beautiful face watching me upon waking up.
My love is for the beauty of us
If you’re just a dream then I don’t want to wake up.
This can’t be a nightmare
I'd like to say that I'm alive. But I can't. I feel more like a ghost as I walk through the halls, my touch barely changing anything as I go past. My voice only a whisper in the wind as I yell for help out of the repeating hell. Because to be alive, you just be doing something extraordinary. Otherwise, you become something of a shadow left to watch as everyone forgets about you.
I'd love to feel alive