i can't go on like this
 
Convinced of my deception
I've always been a fool
I fear this love reaction
Just like you said I would
 
A rose could never lie
About the love it brings
And I could never promise
To be any of those things
 
Blessed are the shallow
Depth they're never find
Seemed to be some comfort
In rooms I try to hide
 
If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of being broken
Growing old
I would be...
I would be...
I would be...
 
...frail
 
- 'Frail', Jars of Clay
 
the agony of not knowing
the anticipation of finding out
the anguish in knowing
and the tears that burn within.....
will this be my story? how did i get myself into this mess? was it worth it?
the cons seem to outweigh the pros
 
'What are you trying to do?'
'I'm tempting myself.'
 
such sillyness, to push ourselves and test our limits..... no wonder we faltered.....