I'm Scared

You take me to the party

You put me on the stand

You're pumpin' up my heart

To the beatin' of the band

You toss it in the air

And you don't care where it lands

You take it - you break it

You're hurtin' me

Because I wasn't prepared

I couldn't go where you dared

You got my whole soul bared

I never knew that you cared

I'm scared......

You take me out to dinner

And you swallow me whole

You're nothin' but a sinner

With a dark black soul

I figured I could handle you

But I'm just a toy

You're gettin' bolder and bolder

You're just a bad bad boy

I'm scared......

What you starin' at

You're such a scaredy cat

When I know that I just can't fight it

So what you starin' at

You're such a scaredy cat

'Cos I'm only scared that maybe I might like it......

I'm scared to move, I'm scared of standing still

I'm scared to change, I'm scared to stay the same

I'm scared I want to die

I'm scared of dying

I'm scared of not being liked, not being loved

I'm scared to be alone

I'm scared of being with people

I'm scared of disapproval

I'm scared of life

I'm scared to lose what I have built

I'm scared of feeling scared

I'm scared of being ugly, being boring, being dull

I'm scared of my thoughts

I'm scared of being found out

I'm scared of Steven Berkoff

I'm scared to dance, I'm scared to speak, to sing

I'm scared my body's awkward, the wrong shape, wrong smell

I'm scared to say what I think

I'm scared to say no, or yes too often

I'm scared of disappointing

I'm scared of losing control

I'm scared of pain, I'm scared of hurting, being hurt

I'm scared this will go on 'til I die

I'm scared of losing my home, my love, my kids, my kids, my kids

I'm scared my heart will break

I'm scared of losing myself

I'm scared of finding myself

Because there might be no-one there at all

I'm scared of the unknown future

I'm scared to make a wrong turn

I'm scared of the dark

I'm scared of failing

I'm scared it may all be for nothing

You take me to the limit

You push me to the brink

You left me with the blues

When you found me in the pink

You know just what you're saying

But your metaphors stink

I gotta lick it, or stick it,

Or this is the end

I'm scared...............