Before We've Even Begun

Before We've Even Begun

The nightmare of not having you

Is too close within my grasp.

And I blindly reach for you

For I do not want to be near that fear.

Yet you are that terror.

If I lent you my affections

And you cast them aside;

If I gave you my heart 

And you tore it apart;

You'd be just like the last four.

You be just like them.

So don't tell me I'm not afraid.

Don't think I'm not petrified.

Don't imagine I know nothing

Of your pain.

But I'm willing to risk

A heartache.

I don't want to give up

Before we've even begun.

(October 1, 1998)