Maybe you’re too much for me.

It wouldn’t surprise me.

Is it so wrong that I can’t find a way to trust?

You’ve given me no reason to.

I’ve never had a reason too.

I’ve seen what trust can do.

Break.

Pain.

Hurt.

Rain.

Running.

Keep it away.

I like to be myself alone.

By myself.

Alone with myself.

Maybe it was my childhood.

Maybe it was my childhood.

Maybe you’re too much for me.

But I’ve opened.

I’m more open then ever.

With you at least.

Even this shows that.

It doesn’t matter.

Pain.

I had false expectations.

They were rewarded.

But not at first.

And it’s at first that makes me trust.

That’s why I pained before.

And before.

I had trust.

Too much.

Not healthy.

I don’t like it.

Get it away.

I don’t want to deal with it.

Listen to me.

I can’t even put it to song anymore.

Pathetic.

I’m supposed to be good at that.

I’ve lost it.

Whatever it was.

So.

Maybe you’re too much for me.