I’m scared to leave you guys. I’m scared I won’t live to see Christmas. I’m scared I look like my mom when I cry And to lose my family to business. I’m scared of Scientology and that losing my love might be worth risking. I’m scared of silence over time and that I might lose my favorite memory. I’m scared someone close to me will suddenly die, and I won’t die after from the heartbreak. I’m scared that my dad is truly gone because then that means my heart could make it without a whole entire part, it beats. I’m scared that if I move on it means that he was right and they were wrong and we didn’t need each other in this world all along.