Sometimes I wonder why I bother, sometimes I’m scared to speak,
Scared to ask you what you’re thinking, scared to tell you anything;
You seem always so on edge that everything is a criticism–
A shot at your behavior, a cutting down of ego.
Face it: I’m over analytic and might be too much a skeptic to know it.
I wonder if talking is really worth it,
Or if I should just stay quiet.
Leave you be, by yourself,
And free myself too.