Every time I find something good
I go and screw it up.
I say I like him
but for some reason
this new feeling overwhelms me,
every new thing
is another runaway.
My stomach has butterflies
and my mind is racing.
Should i trust him...
and let him in?
Do I let him know how I really feel?
Will he run and break my hear...
everytime this happens to me
I freak
and freeze.
Then it reminds me
more and more
how much me and my mother are alike.
But not this time...
this time
I'm going to try
and not have another runaway.
