I'm afraid

I think I'll take one of the bags from under my eyes, fold myself up & pack me away. I'm afraid of me.
I don't know what I'm capable of doing to this world, so I think it's just best I stay away from it. I'm afraid of me.
See those bags? Yeah, their filled with cups of coffee, muffins & loneliness. I'm so afraid of me.
I'm so afraid of me that I ran away from me. Yeah, I escaped myself. I'm not the me I use to be. The old me wasn't a cry baby. The old me never cried. And the old me had no bags.
I guess this new me felt so afraid her eyes had a droit. I'm afraid of me.