And what if I'm still here?

What if, when it all comes down to it, I'm still standing in the same place as I was 3 years ago?
While everyone else walks on, passing glances, momentary visits, hurrying off to where they need to be, and I'm still here.
Because I'm too scared to go anywhere else.

but what if once upon a time I felt like this was where I was supposed to be and how do I go against that so close to the end when I have no desire to be anywhere else?
what if I'm just freaking out because I feel like you're looking at me as the girl who never moved.? 
maybe I am just the girl who never moved.