I see where we're at now and look into the future.
I don't want to get to a point or THE point where we say things that come from anger.
I don't want to see how bad it could get.
I don't want to see how nasty it could get.
I don't want to take the good and sweet things you say to me for granted,
because I'm scared that maybe one day, ill screw up and make you say the things you've been thinking and waitng to say.
It might be all waiting in that patient mind of yours for the perfect time I trigger the erruption.
The erruption that could damage me for life.
the brutal truth.
thats the thing, I don't think I could handle the brutal truth.
If the brutal truth explodes,
I'm not too sure how I'd react.