My insides are dancing a nervous jig,
And my toes are taptaptapping the crazed beat.
All the sudden I am six again,
That scared little girl, afraid of being in trouble
But I've been accused
Accused of misleading, manipulating, and lying
To the man I trust
By the man I trust.
A capital offense, I would say.
So I lay here,
Playing the waiting game of
Figgety fingers, tapping toes, and absent appetite
Wondering where I broke your faith
Searching my motives, coming up empty-handed
Lost as to why you'd stay if you believed me false.
How can I show you the truth?
I was just a scared and lonely girl
Who wanted to share a piece of happiness
With a scared and lonely boy.
I am not here to chain you down.
How could you want to be with me after thinking I was wronging you in such a way?