Cowardice

I was tied down in a fear
fingers spread in pure doubt
it's not true if you don't hear
words like wilting flowers in a drought

I'm so much older now
but was I crippled by our vow

I knew our argument was weak
but I wanted you so
I knew chances were bleak
but I couldn't let go

I lost sight of an identity
desperate for some form of union
I felt more comfort in conformity
safe and undetected like a chameleon

I'm so much older now
but was I crippled by our vow

I knew our argument was weak
but I wanted you so
I knew chances were bleak
but I couldn't let go