Be All Mine

Don't tell me that
(But I need to hear it)
Why am I so obsessed with my fears
(Because history likes to repeat itself)
What can I do to change my ways of taking things in
(Let it out, then and there.)
Don't leave me.
Don't say you're just riding this out.
Don't tell me.
Don't tell me.
Don't tell me.
Stop.
Stop.
STOP.
Don't tell me this,
when we're both in horrible places.

We're a couple, right?
We're in love, right?
You won't leave....right?
I can cling to this with everything I have, right?!
I can say you're mine and know it's true, RIGHT?!
RIGHT?!
AM I RIGHT?!

Or am I wrong?
Should I have doubt in my ideals, and thoughts?
Doubt us, you, me and our love?
Should I keep this in another file cabinet I do everything else,
And leave it be locked away?
Or sit here, cry silently and be angry.
Be upset, hurt, and wanting to hold you,
Scream at you, Love you, and swear to me that you'll stay with me.
And be all mine.