i don't wanna fall in love.
i don't want to completely give every part of myself to someone
i don't want to share myself
my every achin need with someone else
call me selfish
call me scared
call me relentlesss
call me daring
call me afraid

call me all of the things you were afraid to say
i was the girl in the background
the dark alley
looking at you with her
cuddled up in the corner with your tounge down her throat and her feverishly keeping up to beat

wondering how she could give herself to someone like that
wondering what compelled her to want to make her lips touh yours
was it lust?
was it love?
was it something that you could get back as often as you gave it out.
little did i know that things i'd find out sooner tha later