You’re scared to put yourself out there now. You don’t open up to anyone anymore. You don’t let a lot of people in like you used too. You’ve changed. You’re more guarded. Your mindset is different now. You’re not the same person you were before, just because of one person.
“…I never would’ve thought that
Feelings could get thrown in the air
Cause I accidentally caught that
I need some new boxing gloves, shit got hectic whenever I fought back
For example, ten minutes can’t go past without you brushing my thoughts
That’s fourteen forty a day so I’ll say a hundred and forty four times
I think about you or something like that
Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else
I don’t like that; cellular convos getting left in the wrong
Cause I get so fucking mad when you don’t write back
This isn’t a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo
And find time to write facts
Fuck…I love you…”
Why am I still trying with you?