Afraid of We’ve been talking for so long it seems there’s nothing left to say. I still don’t know what you’re thinking but it feels like you’re running away. Is it shame, is it sorrow, fear of failure, lack of love? Is it miscommunication or just the darkness you’re afraid of? We’ve been talking for so long the candle’s nearly all gone out. Our words go round in circles, but I still don’t know what were talking about. Is it pain, desperation, falling down, or getting back up? Too much time for too much thinking about whatever it is you’re afraid of. I feel like I should ask forgiveness, pray to be wiped clean of all the darkness in our hearts and all the terror we’ve seen. So I guess we’ll go on talking, either talk or just walk away: into the uncharted darkness where there’s nothing left to say, except “I’m sorry.”