Terrified

I bet by now you're sick of hearing about my past

Every day a new sad story, worse than the last

I've been broken, battered, beaten, black and blue

And I'm terrified that it could happen with you

Restless pacing round but smiling while I'm sad

By a long-shot you're the best I've ever had

You came with comfort, cleaned and covered all the cuts

But I'm terrified of the ands, the ifs, the buts

All my joy holds hands with underlying fear

That it'll crumble just as fast as it appeared