So like, I met the awesomest guy recently... well... remet-if that's a word, and became better aquainted with him. I'm not really sure what's going on, I'm kind of in, basically, a limbo area about it. I'd like more to happen, but I'm not up for getting my heart ripped out of the hole it was just thrown back into... I seem to give my heart to all the wrong people. This problem is one that I knew would exist before I began talking to him but I went ahead and took the leap. The problem arises, that.... I already knew I liked him. I already knew I probably shouldn't even go around him for fear of liking him more... and the new problem is, he's already in... maybe not fully, the part of him that's always been there maybe, but I can feel him in here... especially when he smiles, and his eyes smile too. When he talks, and tells me things I didn't know but wouldn't mind learning. His words sink into me like I knew they would... his eyes that tear through my thoughts... he wants to know what they are, so i spill them to him. So this is what it's like with someone that's so nice.... someone that I've always wanted to know, but been so scared... scared of what.... probably of what I know he can do to me. I'm burnt... I've been burnt for a while, and if I get with a guy that decides he wants to pick apart all the burnt pieces of me and see the beauty that's underneath, they just wind up throwing me into flames to get torched again. I'm afraid of that. I could chose a guy that I know can't hurt me that bad because I'm not into it like I should be... but I can't do that. I'm either in it or i'm not... and right now... I'm sitting on the line, rocking back and forth... one moment looking him in the eye... the other looking off, into a place i can't see. I don't know which way to go...

"Time to Waste"-Alkaline Trio

 You had time to waste and I'm not sorry,

 such a basket case, hide the cutlery.

I had time to kill, it's dead and buried.

You've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy.