I fear.
I fear that one day I'll say something,
I fear that one day you'll see something,
I fear that one day I will do something…
I fear there will come a moment when I give you a reason to leave.
I fear that you will become bored of me.
I fear that despite what you think of me now, a day will come when the mist will be cleared away.
I fear that this fear is what will assure our undoing.
I fear that my fear will be the reason you leave.
I fear this.

I fear I will become nothing more than a face in the crowd and a name easily forgotten.
I fear that I will fall victim to my mind again and there will be nothing I can do to stop it.
I fear this not because it has happened before, but because I care.
I fear this because I care.
I care because it's worth the fear.
I care because I can tell that you are someone I want to be around.
I care because there is a connection to you I feel that is almost chemical.
I care because it's who I am.
I care because of who you are.
I care.
And that is why I fear.