As I sit or stand,
or wipe away a tear
with my hand,
it's love mixed with fear.

As I laugh and smile,
I keep wondering.
Can I keep this up another mile?
Can I keep pretending?

This obsession keeps me happy!

Then why do I cry?
I hear his words in my mind,
his face is constantly before my eye.
And I just can't leave him behind.

Is this me happy?