I guess you scared the wits out of me
The last time you would ever do
I am frightened of fear that I cannot bear more,
I do not want my nerves thinly frayed,
Else, balance disturbed I cannot,
Stand on my legs nervous, confused or obscure,
You would not like me to be this way,
I do not want your friends to poke
Fun at you with me as the excuse at my expense,
Count me in at your risk in your plots
My fears can weigh heavily upon you
The stretching of your luck far I do not advise.
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