(But)

There's a guitar in the corner of my room,

(But) Doesn't really get used.

There's words in my head I want to put into song,

(But) Too afraid of doing it wrong.

There's some conflicts I want to start,

(But) Don't want to drift apart.

There's some truths I want to spill,

(But) Seems like overkill.

There's a love I want to have,

(But) No way to initiate that.

There's some words I want to share,

(But) You wouldn't care.

There's a whole other life I'd rather lead,

Not doing what I need...to

I'm losing possibilities of love

And keeping those I need to be rid of.

I'm second-guessing myself and making the same mistakes,

That's easier than trying to change.