You remind me of a time when I didn't feel so lost. Of nights when I figured out the World's problems Between clouds of cigarette smoke. When the pressing Issues of anxiety and depression didn't weigh so damn heavy On my soul. I see the look on your face when you walk by. That anxious gaze, mixed with turmoil and fright. I wonder if you see things the same way I do. Maybe I remind you of a time when things weren’t so scary? Is it possible, that both of us are just frightened of Opening up our hearts to another worthwhile endeavor Because the ones we've had broke us down so Effortlessly?
