Athazagoraphobia

Athazagoraphobia
Where’d all the time go.
 We sat back and watched it fly. 
This time next month we’ll have to say goodbye.
 You don’t know this but each night I sit up and I cry, cause I will never be ready to say goodbye. But for you I’ll try.
 And I'll blame it on my phobia, oh Athazagoraphobia.
 Turn the good times to the worst.
 God I swear it’s a curse. 
We shared a lot of love and a lot of laughs.
 We always tried your kindness, but you still love us nonetheless. 
Time is so cruel in the way it just flies.
 And I am so forgetful; I know what I'll forget.
 I’ll forget to say I love you and instead just watch you drift away. 
So I'll blame it on my phobia, oh Athazagoraphobia. 
I hope you will remember what I meant to you.
 I hope I will remember what you meant to me.
 But if I don’t and if you won’t I know just who to blame.
 I'll blame it on my phobia, oh Athazagoraphobia. 
The fear of forgetting; and I know I will.
 I’ll never really be ready to say goodbye.
 Oh how I hate to see you cry, so for your sake I will try.
 Try not to forget you and try not to cry. 
Good times can’t last forever and I wish that was a lie.
 I wish I never have to say goodbye.
 In a couple years I’ll be thinking the same thing.
” Where’d all the time go?”, when it’s my turn to leave.
 It won’t be any easier but still I’ll try.
 Try for me and try for you, and try for those who know us too. 
But I'm still so afraid so I'll blame it on my phobia, oh Athazagoraphobia.
 Turn the good times to the worst.
 God I swear it’s a curse
. Athazagoraphobia, Athazagoraphobia.