I Am Afraid Of November I Am Afraid Of The First Snow That Falls To The Ground, I Am Afraid Of The First Bleeding Chill That Hits Our Faces I Am Afraid To Feel My Heart Sink Lower Than My Feet, I Am Afraid To Fall So Deep And Grasp For Air I Am Afraid To Feel As Cold As November. I Know That I Have Done So Well, After Everything I Have Felt After The Lack Of Feeling Anything At All But I Am Afraid That Even With All Of This I Am No Match For November With No Pain, Comes No Change So Maybe I Will Just Stay Here Forever, Peacefully, Quietly Maybe I Will Fall Behind And Yell After Them "Hey, Wait Up!" Or Maybe It Will Be Too Late Maybe The Scariest Thing I Must Do Is Continue Knowing I Have No Control Over When November Comes, And It Will Come Maybe The Bravest Thing I Must Do Is Continue Knowing That November Will Once Again Pass And I'll Still Have That Shimmer In My Eyes After All, Look At What I Grew After The Snow.