The crux of it
The root of it
Is exactly this:
I was too scared
When I was 12
To give a girl a kiss.
That may seem small
But not at all
For the one that did not act.
Indecisively I felt true pain,
And I've been Hamlet in the sack.
I'm done.
I'm finished
Being the one
Who gives up
Without a try.
I tell you God
If I break my word
Then smite me down
I'll die.
From this day forth
A new man of sorts
From the ashes of regret
A fire's been sparked
This boys been charged
Not afraid of what he expects.
I claim not as mine
These thoughts I find,
Only freedom through my eye.
So hear me once
And hear me loud
I will no longer fear to try.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
The crux of it
The root of it
Is exactly this:
I was too scared
When I was 12
To give a girl a kiss.
That may seem small
But not at all
For the one that did not act.
Indecisively I felt true pain,
And I've been Hamlet in the sack.
I'm done.
I'm finished
Being the one
Who gives up
Without a try.
I tell you God
If I break my word
Then smite me down
I'll die.
From this day forth
A new man of sorts
From the ashes of regret
A fire's been sparked
This boys been charged
Not afraid of what he expects.
I claim not as mine
These thoughts I find,
Only freedom through my eye.
So hear me once
And hear me loud
I will no longer fear to try.
