What if it was your last.
What if it was your only shot.
You choose friendships, weigh your guts, shift your conscience.
What if it was fate.
You hold your tears, build your ego, ignore your emotions.
What if it stays.
You try mindlessly, lose sight of dreams, live selfishly.
What if you were alive.
I guess we never thought of fear this way, back when we were just kids.