At the end of it all, I'm terrified.
I'm a little ball of bundled nerves.
Twisted neuroses, snapped heartstrings--
I'm a little ball of broken nerves.
At the end of it all, I can't trust myself.
Just look at all I've done to me.
I can't be trusted to save myself--
So why should I love anyone else?
At the end of it all, I'm more scared of me than you.
I don't know what to say, but the truth.
There's nothing keeping me from running away from you--
But the fact I can't make it on my own.
I can't make it on my own.
A little ball of bundled nerves--
Did I ever stand a chance?
I never stood a chance.
I got too deep, got too close to the fire.
Reached out a hand, swam below the surface.
And now there's no going back over that line.
I'm too far gone to even be saved.
I'm more scared of me than of anything else.
I can't trust myself. I will never trust myself.
I need someone to look after me.
I need you.