You always tell me you love me.
It's really nice.
But sometimes it just hits wrong,
because of every time you wanted to leave me.
And here we are again,
you wanting to leave me.
And you were afraid I would leave you.
And I said I woulnd't.
No matter how much you changed,
I said I wouldn't leave.
I said my greatest fear you would,
and now you said it again.
Who is leaving?