What Do You Fear Most?

I pack my case, I check my face; I look a little bit older. I look a little bit colder. With one deep breath and one big step, I move a little bit closer. I caught my stride; I flew and flied. I know if destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind. Well, my heart, it doesn't beat the way it used to. And my eyes, they don't see you anymore. And my lips, they don't kiss the way they used to. And my eyes don't recognize you at all.