In your arms, beyond the reach of your voice

I run from the words you whisper so warmly

My cold fingers constantly search for the door

To leave these rippling thoughts in the dark

I'm so alone! I want arms to hold me, now

No! I'm too young, not ready yet, not worthy of such a relationship

Everyone else has someone, why am I different? I ache. . .

I thank the stars I don't have the troubles and doubts my friends live with

Men.

Can't stand to live with them, can't dream without them.