I am moody because I dont know the answer.
I dont know the answer because Im scared to ask the question.
Im scared to ask the question because of the answer I might get.
The answer I might get is that Im gonna lose you.
Im gonna lose you because Im moody.

Round and round I go.

If Im gona lose you might as well do it before I lose my mind and before you hate me. Me being moody only makes matters worse not better. And if I dont tell you how I feel how are you suppose to know what is going on in my head. I can see our future together and how great it could be if only I could get over my fear of the present. The fear of the unknown the fear of not being good enough the fear of not being loved Knowing or not knowing doesnt make you love me. Just make me moody.