In my mind there is nothing but fear.
No matter how far I run, it'll always be near.
Love and happiness are nothing but dreams,
but hatred and bitterness fills my life it always seems.
People will tell me anything to break my heart.
They push me away, from them I am apart.
I'm lonely at night, running from my fears.
On my cheeks, racing blue tears.
Should I still be fighting this living hell,
Or should I fall on my hands and knees? Might as well...
