Shaking Here Almost Alone

I’m on shaky ground here.
I don’t know what to do.
Scared of hurting people.
Especially of hurting you.

People think horribly of me.
It is hard to call them wrong
and try as I may,
I can’t make the doubt gone.

Were he to come into reach,
what would I really do?
Take the jump; take the risk,
even at hurting you?

I can’t say for sure,
and that really scares me.
I’d like to know the truth,
whatever it may be

But the worrying, for not I guess.
What shall come shall be,
and I hope it won’t change,
what you think of me.

What I feel now is real enough,
and what I say is true.
No matter what may come,
I truly do love you.

So let’s make the best of our time.
I hope it’s not too short.
What shall come shall be,
and hurting you my last resort.