Success

Scared to death
of success
I don't know if I can
handle it
Money in the hand
makes me nervous
Committing to one thing
Makes me feel worthless
(and exposed)

I feel guilty if I'm happy
I have so many hurting friends.
I run from God cuz
I don't like that He might make demands.
I'm scared to death
of falling in love;
I write love songs so
I can laugh at myself for my silliness
And get in control.

And if you liked me because I was pretty
Or you talked to me cuz my songs
or plans were cool
Well, I don't want to let you down,
But I'm gonna let you down
I don't want that kind of attention
What is love at all if
You don't know the mess inside.

Conscious or self-conscious,
saboteur.