Why do you always make me happy,
It's like I'm clinging onto hope,
And that if you were just to leave,
I would be hanging on for my life.
I'm in insecure, I'm scared to be alone,
I hate the fact that I will lose you soon or later.
Why am I always the one to realise
That the one, the one I love,
That they will be taken from me too soon?
