I cry myself to sleep this night,
for all the choices made wrong.
How can I make them all right,
when my soul sings the song,
of everlasting fear.

I'm crying myself to sleep again,
something I hoped I'd never do.
My heart is filled with pain,
like a spear,
it runs me through.

Inflicted by myself,
as there are no others.


What happens if I let others in,
will it matter if they see what's within.
Could they do what I can not,
and guide me away from my rot.

Fear is my damnation,
fear is my soul.
Fear is my salvation,
from what I would otherwise hold.

This is the song it sings,
the one festering within.
The song that makes me regret,
to have ever been.

But fear is my curse,
it keeps me away from life.
As it keeps me away from death,
as it will keep me away from help.

How long can anyone last,
in a world they made themselves.
Where they let nothing in,
and they let nothing out.
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