I'm terrified, I'm weak
Worried that I'll seek
For help, only to find
that no one has the time.
Sickness is the fear
(that's) Burning inside of my heart; so dear,
find me peace
to help stop this disease.
I'm scared to leave here,
I'm scared to stay.
To follow my dreams
there's no other way.
I believe the good outweighs the bad.
That's not what makes me so sad.
It's the fact the bad is always so near,
that the violence and horror fans the everlasting fear.
Fear is a force to be reckoned with,
Caressing my heart like the gentle reaper's scythe.
Not even love,
is a powerful enough drug.
To drown the fears that suffocate
me? I'm scared of my own fate.
I'm falling, falling apart,
but I don't know if I'll get back up and return to the start.
I don't know if I'm more scared of happenings
as I am of no one caring.
Should I fly with the birds of migration,
or sit tight, calming my aggravation?
This is driving me insane.
I like this safe pace of "Mundane."
Not even the sweetest of sounds can attempt to calm me down.
My psyche will never be repaired.
Because of a few strangers,
who made me aware, that I am in danger.