The fear I have is of me.
The world seems to control every movement.
I must be blind because I cannot seem to see.
The blade gently traces, is this what I’m meant to be?
I did not know I was so unbalanced.
The fear I have is of me.
Control can not be a guarantee.
This a dream, a nightmare.
I must be blind because I cannot seem to see.
My mind has burns of the third degree.
I am wavering through gentle hands.
The fear I have is of me.
I can see a past I do not want.
Go to the other room to calm my mind.
If I go, I will regret what I do.
I must be blind because I cannot seem to see.
The fear I have is of me.