I don't want to care
I don't want to share
I loathe to dare
What would happen
Should the opportunity arise
Would I be left out to dry
With these fears inside
My very mind
Sometimes I yearn to die
To forever in a sea of darkness fly
Never again to want to cry
For fear of losing them
And doing something I'll regret again
I have a tendency to run
From the feelings and passions that with you seem to arise
Just from simple words or a simple glance
They sometimes tell you whats to come
Or just what you want
Hating to admit it
But the scenes flashing through my mind
With every stare
Is something for which
I wish I could dare
But first must come the time to face my fear
Maybe what it will take is learning
To shed a tear
![[Armada]](https://a1cdn.gaiaonline.com/dress-up/avatar/ava/41/54/58dcbcaa65441.png?t=1165507698_3.00_11 "[Armada]")
