I'm not afraid of much...
I don't mind spiders
or plane crashes
or death-by-flying-books.

What I'm afraid of
isn't anything physically dangerous.

I'm afraid
of giving everything I have
for a soul
who will never be worth it in the end.

I'm afraid
of handing over my heart
just to get it back
in pieces
too small for me to superglue.

But above all else,
I'm afraid
that I'll be holding everything in my arms
and I'll turn my head for just a second,
release my hold for just one blink,
and everything I thought I'd been holding so tightly
will walk away with not one throw of a glance over its shoulder.

Because I'm afraid
that I'm not worth the risk,
and I'm afraid
that I'm not worth the fall,
and I'm afraid
that she's going to realize that
and leave me with just another goodbye tacked to my wall

And I know,
deep down inside,
that she's thinking that I'm stupid
for fearing something like that
when she likes me like she does...

but that doesn't change the fact
that I'm afraid I'll turn away
and lose her.

I'm not afraid of much...
but the things that I'm afraid of
mean everything to me.