A perfect room made just for me
And my favorite meal prepared
But I rather run away than be vulnerable
Why make me come in my shortcomings
Promising to take me as I am
Knowing how hard it is for me to trust
And do what I ask loved ones and the woman I’m searching for to do to me
Everything feels unstable
You’ve never hurt me but I’m shaking towards death thinking of sitting at your table
But what if I look like a fool
But what if I am a fool?
Happily a fool for you than a wise man for the opposition
Willing to live in the wilderness afraid of believing your promises, no
Bid me come and I’m fighting the urge to run
The table is prepared and you’re waiting
Still I feel like I’m unworthy
And you still say, come.
