When I catch a glimpse of you across the room,
I have to remind myself to breath.
When I look into your stunning eyes,
I can hear you say "come sail, sail away with me."
Goddamn I don't know what I've gotten myself into. I don't know if I should continue on this path or turn back. It's so scary starting over, taking such a huge risk. And I can't help but ask, would you do the same for me? Would you bend over backwards and give up a part of yourself for me? If I gave up the most important, meaningful thing in my life, would you give up yours too? Of course not.
I ask for so little from you. But if I make this ultimate sacrifice for you, only to walk away with my heart broken and shattered and crushed, then what? You would leave without a scratch and I may never wake from the coma.
I'm scared. I'm fucking terrified. Can you blame me? I don't know who I am anymore. Me, you, us, it's oblivion. It's mystery across the sea. We can sail away to a whole new world, but our ship has no captain you see?