Holding onto every second,
As if I’m struggling for a breath.
Dreading the day the end will come,
As if I’m waiting for death.
Taking notice of every little thing,
As if I’m a detective looking for clues.
Smiling as much as possible now,
As of readying myself for the blues.
Storing away every memory,
As if I’m chaining you to my mind.
Cherishing every moment with you,
As if you were the best thing I could find.
Giving you little pieces of me,
As if I need balance, gram by gram.
Loving you like I’m going to lose you,
Because scared is what I am.
It’s not the future I’m scared of. It’s a repeat of the past.