My Mind

Everytime I get in a car
I think about my life coming undone
I think about my world unfolding
Where my life is not filled with sun

I think of me dying
Not here to be with you
Always think about
What you would do

I think about you dying
How could I deal with the pain?
There would be nothing left
Nothing happy for me to gain

I think about what is to come
What does the future behold?
So I can be prepared
And not left lonely and cold