I want you to pour your feelings out to me: every reasons you've turned into brick and used to build you barrier as to why you don't think you could love me.

Confess that you're afraid I am too good for you. Whisper that you're afraid that you'll hurt me. Have your lips mouth that you're afraid when you fall in love with me, they're scared of the safety they may find when you're used to unstable. Tell me you're afraid you'll love me so hard that I will forget to breath.

Tell me I am not the reason and not that I am the reason.