There are moments, when I feel,
A creeping disquiet, I cannot seal,
Maybe,
I am losing grip of you
To all these people, new.
In their light,
You seem happy, you shine so bright,
I am slowly fading away into the night.
Gradually,
Your hand, swiftly slipping away from mine.
Eventually,
A nightmare, shivery, will come true,
And I shall no longer be fine.
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