Again I'm back here
I thought I could ignore my fears
A constant reminder that I'm not quite cut out for this
I deserve to be loved the way so many others have
Is what's so out of reach for me a goal or illusion?

Falling into the pool that is my thoughts
Drifting effortlessly as my youth rots
The fear that one day I'll be old with nothing or anyone to show
There is so much love in me to give that seems it will forever be cradled in morrow

I think that if I wasn't eternally flashed with fantasy I wouldn't long to share the best of me
I'm imprisoned by what is in my mind
Am I meant to observe and be taunted by the sound of companionship as if I am blind?
I'm not one to be weak but I silently scream in joy at the thought of being saved
Because when time comes that I finally save myself it will have already been too late