Left With Ashes

How am I gonna plan this, it’s getting out of control.
I’m not ready to pursuit it, I still need to be alone.
It doesn’t matter how I try, it doesn’t matter if you prove to be everything I need.
I just can’t let go of these past years of building dreams.
Burned out in an instant, with ashes my self-esteem.
Something really beautiful turns into something I can’t see no more.

I should just lock myself in and stay there for a year.
Record two hundred songs for myself and the growing fear,
of ending up all alone, based on the selfishness that I’ve just shown.
I will find myself in a situation out of hand.
I’ll take the boldest dive in, it feels good I believe I can.
So then I stop and analyze. Everything suddenly changes, I can’t let you go.