I don't want to bring anyone closer to me, because I may not be as warm as I used to be.
I'm not sure others should depend on me, my brain feels too full and my heart feels too heavy.
I'm too earnest to be so tender lately, why wouldn't I be when I'm always left alone eventually?
And it burns like a broken spark inside of me, dulled from who I used to be.
It's hard to hold you closely, because I can't seem to believe the things you say to me.
When did I become addicted to hurting, I've learned that it's easier to handle the ache of being alone with the cold.
And I can't care knowing I'm risking everything, it terrifies me.
Please someone hold me still, why am I still running?
