Follow my heart? Or follow my head? A brand new start? Or emotionally dead?
A person of warmth has cast a spell, Enchanting eyes, a captivating smile, Take a chance? Or let it dwell? The chance I've awaited for quite a while.
The pains of past, cloud my thought, Fear of pain, fear of hurt, Thoughts of her, my breath grows short, But bygone failures, their doubts, exert.
Should I do this? Should I do that? Will I do right? Or Will I do wrong? I'm sick of loneliness, and feeling flat, Tight in her arms, I feel I belong.
It seems when we chat, I'm finally me, No mask interferes with the person revealed, But out in the open, is that meant to be? Or am I just safer with the real me concealed?*