Athazagoraphobia
Im petrified I'll fade away
Worried about being forgotten
Unseen as if i was in the shade
Walk around empty, hands in my pocket
I scream out for a friend
But either they're deaf or I've lost my voice
I constantly fear their love is pretend
Wondering if they would leave given the choice
I go to sleep at night lost
Maybe my "life" is the real dream
More of a nightmare where my negative beliefs are my boss
Nightmare where there's no way to leave
Terrified I'll die alone
And thoughts of an empty house
For you to remember me I'd carve my name into stone
And let you stay however long in my house
Theres a way I've coped with my fears
I surround myself with people hoping a few may stick
I let them confide in me their deepest fears
Hoping their care isn't just a dirty trick
Im less afraid around her
She opens me up as if i was having surgery
And of course she could leave, sure
But I'd be at square one... a beast so ornery
But my fears won't control me
Not athazagoraphobia
Not even my doubts though they are a vast sea
She will be my drug...my last pound of opium
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