What will become of me when they are gone?
Will I let go or will I hang on?
Thrive in the absence or wither and fall?
What will become of me when they are gone,
no longer here to save me
from the greatest danger of all?
The irony.
What will become of me when they are gone?
Will I let go or will I hang on?
Thrive in the absence or wither and fall?
What will become of me when they are gone,
no longer here to save me
from the greatest danger of all?