Are you willing?

Look into my eyes, there’s a lot of darkness. There are a lot of cold memories... Are you willing...? To see these things’s in me? OnceI let you in completely? Shadow's that haunt me, Thing's from my past, like the memories of my grandfather's last breath. As the life faded from him before my very eyes. Knowingcouldn’t shred a singletear, because it's what he asked before he died. I'm dark yet gentle, Shy but kind, But I also normally like to run and hide. Would you be willing to hold meif I cried? Would you chase after me and tell me, "You’re alright?" Catch me if I fall? And not run from the pain you can see my eyes? Will your hand be mine to hold? And would you be willing to save me? Save me from the darkness that haunts me? Or warm me if I feel cold? But more importantly are you willing... To see these things’s in me... OnceI let you in completely?