Sometimes I ask myself Why do I do what I do? Where's my passion? Where's the force that should drive me, The force that's replaced with fear That I talk into myself Sometimes I'm angry Why can't I be who I want to be? And even, who do I want to be? I've no idea Sometimes I'm just a crumbled person Driven by selfinflicted fear, No self-esteem, No nothing, an empty shell Sometimes I'm strong Stronger than I knew I was Fighting to stay alive Seeing a chance, and take it

Disaster to death Love to heartbreak Smartness to insanity Walking to falling down Planning ahead to over think Thinking much to having no control

Tell me how to part without pain To say goodbye Without breaking To part Without feeling lost

You know why so many people are so terrified all the time? Because of fear of the unknown. And nobody can be completely discovered. Not even by themselves.