With all of my insecurities I wonder if I'll ever

Walk up to you and ask for your hands

And though all thing considered it's not like you could hurt me, and I'm still afraid

It's a tragedy when I walk out the street leaving your hands

cause I felt you pushing me, although I know you didn't

Sometimes when you laugh at the people around my head, I turn around so I don't feel the same. 

Can't I change my ways, can't we get away from all of these,

If it's just you without your friends I might just be safe.