Let's face it. I'm scared.
I don't want to be hurt. My heart just can't take it.
Sometimes I lie awake at night - hoping and praying that my past hasn't broken me.
I'm desperate to be heard, to be noticed.
Make me believe you are different than the rest.
Change my opinion of love.
Force me to see the good in letting go.
Help me understand how happy I can be.
Let me know it's okay to tell you everything.
And forgive me for my hesitation.
I really do want you to know. Just give me time.
I might not be the most obvious person when it comes to speaking my emotions.
I do like you though. A lot.
I'm excited at the possibilities.
And I just got some inspiration.
So... off to my guitar.