I'm scared of losing you,
And terrified of making you mad,
Realizing both will happen eventually,
I take my leave,
You want me to stay longer?
But what is the point of playing pretend?
Where is the satisfaction in things that can never be?
Tell me the answers to these questions and perhaps I will stay,
Alas you cannot,
Or will not,,,
Whatever be the cause I now depart,
You borrowed my heart,
Now it lays in pieces,
Lend it again I never shall..........