The Heat

Shattering glass and a time bomb
The walls of my skull compress
Like a little kettle made of metal
Steam billows out, and my stress

Has reached its limit

The heat of anxiety and nervousness
The boiling current in my arteries
Stems from my heart, and, it pounds rapidly
Oh! everything seems to trigger my worries

But nothing makes me tremble more
Than gathering the nerve to ask for your love