Alone I've always stood.
When joined I had open arms,
And open arms while they left.
Now,
Standing we three.
I'm still afraid,
Of being left behind.
Nightmares haunt,
I see you all leave.
I fear that,
I'm too focused,
On what happened before,
And that is why you'll leave.
But that fear,
It's a circle,
Never ending.
Should I even be afraid?
But if I'm not,
And you do leave,
What will I have?
