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Something about us scares me.
It kills me.
It thrills me.
Something about us chills me.
And drills me.
Into my bones,
and my blood runs cold.
Like a nightmare.
I can’t catch hold,

get a grip.
It’s on the tip
of my tongue,
and I’m scared.
Gen
you
in
-ly scared.

Out of my mind.
I‘ll find,
my soul.

Lull,
pull me to sleep,
sing a lullaby.
Sound asleep,
and my thoughts start to fly
again.

Now I’m scared.
Genuinely scared.
I can’t breathe.
Or see.
What the hell is wrong with me?

I’m scared!
Pretty ******** scared.
I’m Genuinely scared.
But no one ever cared.
No one ever cared.
No one really cares.
About me, and I’m scared.
I’m genuinely scared.







don't make funnnn,
I know it's stupid but I had fun writing it. xD
It's supposed to be spoken a certain way and it doesn't really get the rythm when it's typed out, but there you go, anyway.xD