What Will Become of Me

What will become of me?
Ill be lost amongst the crowd
My eyes will wander to find your face
My heart will beat strong and loud

Ill cry myself to sleep
My voice will die out
A strange paranoia will take over me
And kill my hope and encourage my doubts.

Stumbling will become common
Ill pant in horrid fear
My body will collapse
My song you'll never hear

Ill wither away
My bones will turn into ash
What will become of me?
Now that you left.