i know you're scared
to be the collateral
buried in soil
so someone can bloom
gasping for breath
whilst in fresh air
dying in the sunlight
no one notice
they flourish
when you decay
but sometimes
you need to fall
so they can grow

sun heating your skin
in the warmth of spring
slight breeze
white inhaled by blue
music in the atmosphere
checks dotted around
ice cubes cooling
your glass of orange juice

I'm scared
i don't want to be vulnerable
i hate this feeling
of the uncertainty
relying on someone
else's heart
when i can only feel my own
i can't feel two
I'm scared
of affection
of love

making it real
the purpose of love
lost in your head
below or above

things are changing
right or wrong
alter your brain
won't be long

you do love her
you do care
does she love you?
is it fair?

what do you feel
figure it out
don't inflicte pain
rethink your doubt

let it overwhelm you
let it suffocate you
because it's all you have
it's all you'll ever have
it will shadow over you forever
so let the darkness overwhelm you
and just give in.

lost in thoughts
running through a maze
the weather's bad
stuck in a haze

i can't get out
which way do i go
the weather's good
how do i know?

mind the gap
avoid the thorn
watch your clothes
they might get torn

just find the exit
and you'll be free
it can't be far
you need to key

to unlock all your worries
and let them out
put your mind at ease
and no more doubt.

gravel scuffing your torn up shoes
reminding you, there's nothing to loose
or is there? you ask
what could it be
maybe the thing I'm loosing .. is me
wandering around
in the stillness of air
realising that you really don't care
you can't just wander, you need to try
in the end, will it be hello or goodbye
deep down to your soul, and into your core
you couldn't care less
but you couldn't care more.

innocence, purity
you can only like butter if the warmth heats your skin
no logic, no thought
meadows of buttercups and what you've been taught
prancing around in the ambient aroma
no care, no worry
just curiosity and wonder
buttercups which define the joy of a childhood
no stress, no exhaustion
only buttercups lighting up your soft complexion
in the amiss of completion

the amiss of confusion
old roots rise
what am I doing
had all my highs
sudden drop of emotion
too much to bear
I can't hold back
this isn't fair
temptation is growing
I need to now
the urge is strong
I don't know how
habits I thought
I'd left behind
the relapse is near
so please be kind.