I'm scared of the unknown, the dark
Scared of what I can't see,
Scared of slipping, falling to my death
Scared of permanent injury.
Mom, I'm still a little boy.
Mom, save me from my fears.
...
I'm terrified of you dying. Never, please.
It scares the **** out of me.

I've nothing to write.
Motivation's hard to find.
Help, I'm uninspired.

I'm hers, undeniably,
But I'm afraid to make her mine.
I'm too comfortable by myself
So I fail to give her time.
A better man will make her his,
Then I'll rightly be left behind.
...
All because I'm an introvert
And a coward combined.

I'm afraid she'll find out
If she gets too close
That my breathing is ragged,
That I'm both sweaty and cold,
That my heart is beating furiously,
That she matters more than she knows.
...
That her mere presence affects me,
And it's not something I can control.