They say you grow more weary with each inconsistency
Say what you mean, but do what’s necessary
If only we could get by on words
If only words created opportunity
But I feel safe here and brand new
I’m creating my future instead of revolving it around you
And it always goes it seems
That what you want isn’t what you need.
I fear two things only:
Making the wrong choice and losing ‘me.’
They say fear is nothing to be ashamed of
But now, I have nothing to be ashamed of.