I linger at doors longer when I say goodbye, I’ll hug people tighter and try not to cry, I’ll repeat that ‘I love you’ what must seems like a million times, Because that’s what it’s like living with an anxious mind. A mind in which I worry that something will go wrong, In which I know that in a moment it could all be gone; Because I lost you and I didn’t even know, Until that terrible phone-call that told me everything had changed back at home. So I hold on a little longer, And a hug a little tighter, Because what if it had been different if I had stayed at home? To my poor, sweet angel, I just hope you know, I love you and I carry you with me wherever I go