…creeping in,
My old friend.
I know your games, but
I don’t
Wanna play them this time.
Won’t let me
Lose my mind.

Gotta know
What’s for real
This thing I feel

Something new or
Something old
Something brave
And something bold…

Or will you leave me
Feeling cold?

I feel you getting under my skin,
Begging me to let you in;
Trying to make me
Lose myself…
But not this time, my friend.