Fear is a hallway covered in photos of weddings in nice frames.
I'm too scared to walk down, not ready to see a familiar face,
your familiar face.
are they jumping the gun?
am I too scared to pick it up?
to pick it up...
and did they tie themselves together to feel grown up?
or do they truly believe that they're in love?
to love someone else do you have to feel alone enough?
before I love you,
I want to be happy by myself.
I don't want to root myself in someone else.
I'm not scared of love going away
but I leave when it comes near me.
Well I'm still learning to love myself.
learning to love, learning.
I'm learning to love myself.

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