It was nice catching up with you last night. Never thought you’d take the initiative to text me and reply so nicely too. Here goes the same thing all over again. Lyn, please don’t fall into the same love trap again. That’s the thing about first love. You’re stuck with it for life. And here I am, being stuck with it for about eight years. Oh man, Lyn, when are you gonna stop letting him play with your mind?
Are you sure you want me?
(I’m not even sure if I’d want me.)
Are you sure you won’t get tired of me?
(Seasons come and go, so do we.)
Are you sure that you won’t leave?
(I’m sure you’d need some moments away from me to breathe.)
Are you sure you’re ready?
(Don’t say it too early.)
I’m just an empty shell.
(Life with me would be boring as hell.)
You’d get tired seeing my face.
(I’m not who I am on the surface.)
I can’t accept my flaws.
(I’m not who you adore.)
My insecurities are eating me up.
(That’s not who you wanna end up.)
Are you sure?
(Am I sure?)