I'm afraid
I'm afraid that real love no longer exists
That all the "good guys" really are gone
I'm afraid that maybe they never existed because what I see around me is examples of Mr. Wrong
I'm afraid that I'll never find a partner. Someone who can be honest with me when they fuck up instead of hiding it and making it worse
I understand that things won't be perfect but I want someone that fights to stay the course
I'm afraid that the wall the wrong ones helped to build will block the one that's right for me
And my jaded view of the world and relationships affects my ability to see
I'm afraid that if and when I meet him I won't trust that he's actually a good dude
I'm afraid that I will be fooled again and settle out of fear of solitude
I'm afraid I've become comfortable with the idea that I won't find my special mate
Most of all I'm afraid that I've become so consumed with fear I'm self prophesying my fate.
