I thought... maybe you understood.
But you don't know me. Never did.

Truth is, I'm terrified.
And even if I don't tell you that, I still need you by my side.

I have no fucking clue how to make you understand, to make you see right through this mess of insecurities. Don't know how to make it through this much of swirling in my head without giving up and crying.

But I guess I blew it. I'm sorry.