Sometimes I just wanna hold you, especially when we are in the same room.
Scariest thing though is that, I can’t, but not because you’re not mine, but because my mind won’t let me.
I fear that maybe you don’t want to hold me, I feel that maybe you want him, but most of all, I fear that I just won’t cut it.
It doesn’t help telling me stuff, especially when my mind is made up about certain things, so don’t blame me for being this person.
Maybe you weren’t the escape I was looking for, that you were just a moment in time which won’t last, but maybe you were the moment that should’ve last.