ona

You make me insecure.

I love you, and i'd do anything to keep loving you,
But the thought of you and anyone else is unthinkable
The reprecussions on my part, at least, are unliveable.
Yet the action in the past has been forgiveable-
It's no wonder sometimes i'm miserable.
It's not that i'm over protective, i'm careful
Well aware or what could or couldn't happen
Should I fall out of your mind or should you
Fall into some girl again.
Either way, I don't win.