Terror

I stand there with my feet together, trying to look like I can do this. I've spent long nights and many ink pens writing down what I would say. Practicing it in front of a mirror, hoping that when you saw me here I could say what's on my mind That I would tell you what it's like to think about you all the time.

All those long nights, all those rough fights all that time we spent was wasted, and now I'm going to speak to you, tell you what's really on my mind, and I am locked up joints and all in terror!