This burning, this heart, this yearnings behest, why is love so needy, why is time short. This feeling of want, this feeling of unend, can I satisfy it my closest friend? I look to the horizon, the close times, I look to the future, riddled in rhyme. Will my heart be satisfied, do I want? Will my heart rest or forever cry out? Is it fair for me to ask you so much, or is it unfair for me to ask more? What can I ask, and what do I so hide, this feeling of loneliness stays inside. Am I more than an afterthought to you? Am I more than an inconvenience too? Can I trust you with this heart so young still? I want to, I do, but can I trust you?

Thus the questions of a fragile heart, thus the questions of a scared and lost heart. Can I shield it away, can I still stay? Am I too needy, am I too greedy, or am I not, needy, greedy, enough? What is good, and what will last till the end? This innocence in my heart, never rend. This wanting for someones time, want of mine... to be something more, than inconvenience...

Can I ask you, can I trust that it won't, that it won't push you further away than... than we already are, can I trust you? Can I trust you with a fragile heart, Can I trust you, with this love fragile. My heart it beats, it worries so, longing... longing, for a place without fear and tears.

Can I trust you, with my time ever short, to not be an afterthought in the night. Can I trust you, I don't ask for too much, can I trust you, to be honest with me. Do you still love me, my worries unfound. Do you still love me, and want me around. Am I a afterthought fading away. Can I... afford to stay... or do I... fade