Fear

June 20, 2013

Totally consumed

I look nervous I presume

I can't breathe

I'm about to heave

What if, what if, what if

Can't think straight, left, or right

My body is tight

Help me find the light

What if, what if, what if

It's now or never

I better be clever

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