The echo or the answer

 When I'll tell you about all the terrible things I'd done

Will I fear the echo between our hands or the answer from your lips,
I might fear the falling stars from your eyes at the moment,
Or may fall in the silence you may leave on the bench.

When I'll scream at the class for some random reason or out of my melancholy,
Will I fear the echo of my words speaking back to me, or the dead looks of everyone haunting back at me,
I may run and hide in the bathroom and cry till I understand why I did it which is never gonna be,
Or I will sit myself to silence and let everyone's silence dwell upon me.

When I'll tell you how much I love you, how much I long for your 'marry me',
Will I fear the echoing consolation afterwards on the way back home, or the silent branching of the twigs underneath your feet as you walk back away from me,
I may cling at your jacket and plead you not to leave,
or will sit forever at the church singing the sad carol back to me.

When I'll let myself drown in this ever increasing possibilities,
Will i fear echoing this urge to vomit all the creations or hide the answer under everyone's knees,
I will walk away knowing it was all me, it was all me,
It was all me, the silence, the echo and the answer,
It was all me.