Quaking

I am quaking Awaiting what you have to say My stomach fills with moths As you say we need to talk Those four words Have me expecting the worse I’m at the edge of my seat Wondering what you’re gonna say to me I’m starting to get sick Your words shouldn’t hurt me like this Why do you make me sick? Why can’t I handle this? I am trembling Wanting to melt away I'm ashamed at my fear And I don’t want to be here My stomach is buzzing My legs are shaking My feet are too weak So I fall down to my knees I’m starting to get sick Your words shouldn’t hurt me like this Why do you make me sick? Why can’t I handle this? Would you please excuse me? I think I need to leave I’m quaking and trembling, Your words have me hurting Would you please excuse me? I think I need to leave I’m quaking and trembling, Your words have me hurting I’m starting to get sick Your words shouldn’t hurt me like this Why do you make me sick? Why can’t I handle this? I’m starting to get sick Your words shouldn’t hurt me like this Why do you make me sick? Why can’t I handle this?