It must be my toothbrush fault for my having bad teeth

I guess I have a point right over there.

I don't really know when I started to feel fear again. Was it the first day of school? Was it when I failed some exercises in a row? Was it when she hung up?
I don't know if it's a good or bad thing; but hell, I'm afraid.
Because success would mean departure. Leaving the people I've long loved, leaving the people I've just started to love, leaving many things. And, do I really want to?
Hell, yeah; it's a dream. It IS what had me stand up and kick my own ass off last summer when I was lost; it's a goal, the only goal I have now. But yeah, right, I'm afraid. Because if I fail; it would mean everything I have done the past few weeks wasn't worth anything. But what is gonna hurt most is the day I will learn I have succeeded. I'll be happy, like never before; but I will immediatly see the clock appear, saying that there's not much time left with them.

I don't know why, I guess the circumstances helped; I found people I really love here.
And I'm afraid to lose them overnight.
In fact, when you look at it closely.

I'm just afraid to lose them the way I lost you.