I am afraid of what’s to come
I am afraid of who you will become
I am afraid of who I will be
I am afraid of who you will see.

Will you see the girl I used to be
the girl you fell in love when we were 17?
Will you see the girl who was afraid to dream
because all the dreams are not what they seem?
Will you still love me
when we have both changed?

Will you still think I am beautiful?
Will you brush back my hair
to try and find the face of the girl who isn’t there?
Will you still squeeze my hand
when you know I can barely stand?

Will you still be the boy
I fell in love with from the start?
Will you still view me
as a work of art?
Will you still be the one
who makes me laugh ‘til I am numb?

Will you still read my writing
long after I am gone?
Will you remember the way
my name rolled off your tongue?
Will you still remember me
when we are no longer young?

Where will this go?
What will I do?
When we’re no longer side by side,
me loving you?