Stop

Can you stop for just a second?

Can you not be you for just a moment?

Perfect, gorgeous, impossible you?

Because it scares the shit out of me.

It scares me because the last one thousand times I felt like this

I crashed and burned.

I fell apart.

I lost it completely.

And I’ve still got a few missing pieces

And if you could stop being you for just a minute

I might be able to find myself again

Find myself and raise my head up

And when I fall

Maybe I won’t all so hard

Or maybe not so far.

So can you stop being you?

So I can start being me?