So afraid to say what I don't mean, That I sometimes end up not saying a thing. Afraid I don't know as much as it may seem, Afraid because I don't always understand the way I think. I'm unaware of whom made these decisions, The ones I find that I now live in, Wake up the same but everything's shifted. And the part I find most confusing is me, How is it even I don't know what I need? Afraid to write songs in case I write out of key, Or sing the same thing on endless repeat, Just playing through chords with no sense of beat, Afraid to feel what I feel before knowing what I think, To accidentally say what I don't really mean, and in doing so find that I can't trust a thing. Don't get too close, but don't stay away. And in all of it my dear, Don't forget to be brave. Because while yes it is true that I am afraid, In bravery lies the strength to speak anyway.
I admire you. The way you aren't afraid. And have so much to say and dance in a group and alone the same way. You fascinate me. Inspire me. Intimidate me. I heard you think I'm beautiful, but you don't show it. Maybe it was a rumor, or maybe you've changed. But I just wanted to say I think you're beautiful either way.