Sometimes I'm just afraid, I guess
of asking, of knowing, even of wondering..
Of having to face a reality that is nothing like the picture I had painted
Afraid of the outcome,
the emotions, the condescending looks, the patronizing talks
Of being vulnerable and fragile
Sometimes I wonder if my mind decided to play a trick on me
if everything was nothing but the product of wishing for something so much,
so hard, that ended up being a utopia
Truth is, we've been down this road before
I've been... down this road before
Yet it doesn't make it easier and it doesn't happen faster..
And a part of me will always try to guess if it's my fault,
'Cause maybe..deep down I knew..