Trapped inside of all my thoughts, I fear letting them all out. I'm filled with one-million doubts. Let's light another cigarette, talk, do anything at all. I hope this dies out. And it flows between us...don't be confused I'll just leave us be and we'll continue to be happy. It's on the tip of my tongue . Is it worth it? Looks, feels beautiful right here, right now. Don't get too comfortable. Here's where passion burns me whole. Never been to fond of acceptance. Leave it to me to not be satisfied with what I've got. So I fucked it up. I pray this heals, but now it just looks like it'll scar. It's on the tip of my tongue. It isn't worth it.