It's
not about beauty,

It's
just about fear

About
something I had

That's
now no longer here

It's
not what I see

Or
think that is there

It's
what could happen

That
gets me to care

It's
fear without reason

Fear
without aim

Fear
without thought

But
it's there all the same.

And
it comes with this voice

Telling
me to withhold

and
go back to the numbers

I
knew I controlled

Because
two and two make four

And
four is more than three

But
when I'm not counting's

I
don't know how much it'll be

Because
counting makes me certain

When
I'm counting I can see

It's
the one place in my life

My
doubt could never be

Because
two and two make four

And
four is more than three

But
I might as well be blind

if
that is all that I can see.