"i'm scared we'll fall apart tonight, under the moonlight, i'm scared we'll never make it right, take my hand and hold it tight."
fingers itching, hesitate,
should i take another chance?
i've already sacrificed myself
on the alter of dignity,
i've tried and tested, been intercepted,
is it too late now?
it's fading all to quickly,
but i'm urged to hold on tight.
the only thing that keeps me going,
is the memory of those beautiful stars that night.
yes, i'm a hopeless romantic and somewhat cheesy. deal with it.
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