play the music so loud i can't hear my thoughts.
that's what you do to me.
because i'm scared of what you make me think.
scared of how you make me hope.
hope that maybe for once
i could get just what i want.
but it's really not about getting what i want.
it's about keeping what i have.
because even if i get the things i want,
i just can't keep them for long.
so i'm scared.
of my thoughts.
of you.
of me getting what i want but loosing it as fast as it came.
so maybe it's better that i won't have you.
because that way i can't lose you either