Doubting
People can swear up and down they love you
And still be lying out their ass.
How can I know you’re really here
When I’m stuck inside my past?
And I know, should you get too close
I’d end up dragging you down with me
And I just can’t do that.
I feel myself fading, lost in my fears and pain.
If I were any different, would you still treat me the same?














