I’m afraid I’ll never be
 strong enough to carry me
 Such a long and desert ride
 So quick ahead, so few beside

 I don’t think I’ve ever felt
 a peace when I am by myself
 These darker rooms and silences
 leave most of us afraid, I guess
 And hoping with each passing mess
 we’ll feel it all a little less
 Hoping with each passing mess
 we’ll feel it all a little less

 The best things are the hardest sell
 We mostly love, then run like hell
 It’s easier to let it go -
 to leave before you’re left alone
 So every friend looks like a foe,
 and every bow feels like blow
 So every friend looks like a foe,
 and every bow feels like blow

 Maybe I’ve said far too much
 These stories aren’t for young and trusting
 little souls who fall asleep
 with foes and blows drawn in their dreams
 So take a breath and let it be
 We’ll say it’s all just make-believe
 Take a breath and let it be
 We’ll say it’s all just make-believe

 I’m afraid I’ll never be
 strong enough to carry me
 I don’t mean to frighten you
 Just need someone to say it to