I'm scared that one day I won't have anything to offer to you
my kisses won't be as sweet
my hand won't hold as tight
my hugs won't be as warm
and the words I tell you won't sound right,
that my love would no longer please you
and you'd wish to look elsewhere
I'm scared that one day I'll run out of things to give you
that you won't accept what it is I desire to give
I'm scared of all this and the thought of not being with you
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
I'm scared that one day I won't have anything to offer to you
my kisses won't be as sweet
my hand won't hold as tight
my hugs won't be as warm
and the words I tell you won't sound right,
that my love would no longer please you
and you'd wish to look elsewhere
I'm scared that one day I'll run out of things to give you
that you won't accept what it is I desire to give
I'm scared of all this and the thought of not being with you
