sometimes i think i'm scared of what you'll think of me or what you already think of me and what you'll say to me and that after all this, you'll hate me.
sometimes i think i'm scared of you, too. (i just don't admit it.)
don't forget that one minute of anger, denies you sixty seconds of happiness.
i'm sorry i stole away your precious sixty seconds. you may not believe me, but i really am sorry.
