I sit quietly, waiting for the time.
The time to hide, to flee.
I sit there and listen,
But what do I hear?
I hear all the people who care for me.
Talking about things I hope won't happen.
The more I sit here
The more they fade.
Because of what I've done,
The things I said,
And the things I didn't say.
I've made them fade.
Faster now, because I'm hiding.
From everyone, including myself.
Can I fix it, do I know how?
No matter what I do,
I make them fade.
Lately, a lot faster.
I try to fix it I really do.
But old habits die hard,
And I'm still afraid to let people in.
Everyone fades around me.
All because I'm afraid of getting hurt again.