so i've come to the realization,

that i really have no idea how to get through to you,

or to bring this up,

or to get this big ass elephant out of the room; 

or do you not think so far ahead..

a tornado flew around my room before you came
excuse the mess it made


i been thinkin' bout you, you know know know
do you think about me still?

which is probably why i'm so scared to talk about it; 

you really don't

and i really wish you did; 

all i want to do;

this is quite simply all i want to do

just. be. here. 

i dunno when it hit, but i'm suddenly having this sick feeling in my gut as school is getting closer and closer.
i don't wanna go back. i'm scared.
i'm scared of disappointment.
i'm scared of failure.
i'm scared of change.
and i'm even more scared because i know that all of those things are inevitable.
for the first time, in a long time,
i really just don't know how to fix it;

so scared of getting older, i'm only good at being young;

stop this train
i want to get off and go home again
i can't take the speed it's moving at
i know i can't
but honestly won't someone stop this train