Do you think of me from time to time? When you're alone, do I ever cross your mind? Late at night, when you're staring at the ceiling Do you get that same empty feeling deep inside? Do you wonder how life could be if things were different? At least slightly? But I feared the end before it even began I feared the goodbyes, the "I'm sorry" The "don't cry," the "I loved you," the "I tried" But you'll still leave and I'll get left behind I fear losing what I never got to hold I fear another winter, cold and alone