ALIVE

PHILOPHOBIA

How could I tell you are the one that's meant for me?
What if I fall in too deep?
What if there is no one to save me?
What if there is no one to hold after all?

What if you end up leaving?
Leaving me stuck all alone,
All alone crying ugly.
My fears can't easily be quenched.

This is the only way I could think of,
To keep myself from getting stains.
If there is any other way,
I would love to know.

For me to be able to do it,
I must do it to myself first.