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