"would you like anything to drink like lemonade?" Tyler asked from the kitchen.
"Sure lemon is good." I replied. Then Tyler came back with two cups of lemonade.
"Thanks Ty." I said and he nodded sipping on the lemonade.
"So what do you want to do?" He asked.
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"I know I can play for you." Ty suggested.
"Ok." I said and followed him to the basement where his instruments were and he sat down in front of the piano.
Scared of my own image
Scared of my own immaturity
Scared of my own ceiling
Scared I'll die of uncertainty
Fear might be the death of me
Fear leads to anxiety
Don't know what's inside of me
Don't forget a bou bou bou bou bout me
Don't forget a bou bou bou bou bout me
Even when I doubt you
I'm no good without you
No
