lately i've begun to fade

around the edges i can see the change in shade

but i feel safe under a tree

i can't just go out there and play

now are the years

when i should strike out on my own

i'm full of anger but i'm scared to be alone

this isn't poetry it's life

and i can't learn to be alone

four winters all wrapped up in you

three's a crowd but i can force it back to two

numb lover, one lover, i've left it up to you

but i'll come runnin, always runnin back to you

these are the years

when i should strike out on my own

friends fear and apathy are blanketing me

this isn't poetry it's life

don't want to learn to be alone