May: Branches growing out of his head, He’s holding on with both arms I’m staying still So there’s no way he’ll slip away But still I’m holding back Instead I should be holding him I’m learning to let go So I can hold on tighter The branches are teaching me to be brave.
im scared..i don't know what to do how to handle things, what to expect, what not to expect and im afraid that im going to end up looking stupid or falling too much in the end of this.