Clutter in My Head...

I've walked these halls a thousand times...

It feels like I'm about to fall, but this time you won't be there to catch me.

I thought I made it pretty obvious how I was feeling--I guess the keyword there was thought.

Everybody tries to put some love on the line, everybody feels a broken heart sometimes, even when I'm scared-- I have to try to fly, sometimes I fall, but I've seen it done before...I've got to step outside these walls. Because these walls can't be my haven, they can't keep me safe here, so I guess I've got to let them down...

I'm going to muster ever ounce of confidence I have--I must...I am trying to escape all the clutter in my head, trying to figure out what I want...what do I want?
...Not be afraid to fall...

I am not expecting this to make much sense anymore, I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I think that's the problem, it's like emotional roulette--pull the trigger and sigh of relief comes as the bullet isn't there. My hearts hurting and I don't know what to say anymore, I just can't understand that you can't see what hurts me, I can easily tell by the tone of your voice when something causes you pain...isn't that a mutual understanding?

The End.