People make me scared to die
Because I can't stand the thought
That 'I'd miss you' is a lie
Words make me queasy and sick
The 'I love you's' and 'I need you's'
Could always be a trick
Yes these thing make me scared to fly
Because if I flew to far away
No one would miss me 'cause I'm just too shy
These things resonate so I take the leap
Towards a new someone who might
Care enough to calm my worried mind enough to let me sleep
