some thoughts

I ain’t the last and I ain’t the first,

I’m one of them in between, the possible 23^rd.

The whole idea of trying to have you terrified me.

Knowing someone means to risk the chance of losing someone.

It seems to me is just impossible.

The more I know about you, the more discouraged I am.

I don't know where to continue this, it's out of my realm.

I can’t really take this, tho the truth is I know is that I possibly "can".

But I don't wanna count on chances since that often leads to something in vain.

Let’s stop when there’s a chance

, and while we can.

Let me.