I'm really scared, of a bunch of different things.
I never know whether what I'm doing, or have done, is the right thing.
Is it possible to care so much that you don't care for yourself?
Time perpetuates loss - I will trample upon time;
For to let it emerge the victor would bring about a loss my heart could never withstand.

you don't have to move; you don't have to speak. (lips, for biting)

you're staring me down; a glance makes me weak. (eyes for striking)

now I'm twisted up, when I'm twisted with you (brush so lightly)

and time trickles down and I'm breathing for two (squeeze so tightly)

I'll be fine, you'll be fine;

this moment seems so long.

Don't waste now, precious time,

We'll dance, inside the song.

I'll be fine, you'll be fine - is this fine?

I'm not fine.