Worry of the Future
Your the first thing i think of, when I start to wake
The last person I text, before I end the day with sleep
The person I can count on, to never to tell a lie
The only person I am afraid of, when he says goodbye
Only man I know, to never raise his voice
counteracts my arguments, even when Im right
The only person to say, he thinks he is too nice
Thinks that I am made up, of sugar and the spice
He thinks the male and female, are too separate kind
ask the question, even if his afraid of what he'll find
I am not ashamed to tell him, what is on my mind
But I worry of the future, if he ever left me behind
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