Are we this simple
Have I seen through
Do I already know everything that I have to

Maybe if I do not say it
Then it will not be true
'cause even if I don't believe it
I'm still scared of You

I told my mother, I told my father too
She's on the bathroom floor
And I'm crying "I don't blame you, I've been there too"

I'm predisposed to feeling the answer's right under my nose
(But I have never seen it, and that's what keeps me on my toes)

Maybe if I stop complaining
I will see what's true
Maybe I just shouldn't say it
I don't do well with ultimatums
But I'm still scared of You