The truth is, I'm scared of this world. The truth is, I'm scared of people. The truth is, I can't love anyone anymore. The truth is, I might already be broken. I love seeing people have fun. I love seeing people smile. But deep down, there's a part of me that keeps people at a distance. I'm afraid of being alone, yet I find myself seeking solitude. The truth is, I'm scared of this world. The truth is, I'm scared of people. The truth is, I can't love anyone anymore. The truth is, I might already be broken. I wish morning wouldn't come. I wish I could grow wings and fly through the starry sky with no one else around. Tonight, once again, I'll let the music my friends have made be my lullaby and ease my fears. Someday, I'd like to write someone a lullaby. I wonder if someday I'll be able to make music that brings someone joy and keeps them company.
