It's the stuff that runs through my vains as it shouldn't.

It's called jealousy. I can't claim everything i love..

Because what i love is not all mine.

This poison that threatens my life, has consumed me with grief.

All was perfect...and i don't doubt my words for a second. Because perfect was the perfect way to describe what we did have.

Now, there are all these questions. & these questions,  question the only thing in my life that i never worried would change....

Don't worry baby, I will take care of it.

....i always did have a problem with trust. My worry is not disbelief, or spiteful distaste.

...I'm just tired of not having anything to hold on to.