Forgive me for this paranoia,

Forgive me for not believing people when they say,

That they think I'm worth sticking around.

I know what they really think.

I know that they're plotting.

You never know when it will happen.

You think you have it good and then one day it's gone.

You don't even get a chance to save yourself.

You don't get a say.

Forgive me for being afraid.

I know what I am,

I know that I grade on people slowly,

I know that I burn bright in the beginning,

I know that the longer you know me the worse I get.

I know I'm exhausting.

You never know when it will happen.

When you take things a little bit too far.

When you snap a little bit too often.

When you take a little bit too much.

When you are a little bit too needy.

You never know when it will happen.

It's coming and you don't even see it infront of you.

it's over before you even realize it.

It blindsides you completely and you're left with the cleanup.