Afraid
Afraid of the future
Afraid of the past
Afraid that whatever we have, it won't last
Afraid of the old ways
Afraid of the new
You're afraid of me
I'm afraid of you
Afraid that sweet dreams never come true
Afraid that the nightmares, they always do
Afraid of the climbing
Afraid of the fall
And so afraid of dying, that most of all
daleach
