What will I find inside? About myself about what I could get rid of A brief talk, while standing silent Maybe even in my sleep And I thought I could be honest At least to myself So what will I find inside Something I could throw away Cause without the things I hate about myself, I wouldn't be anymore So what will I find? My insecurities Leading to destruction Do I have a chance To cover it all? Or should I be able able to put forth What I refuse to delve in No courage Just deception With no intention to blend in But it's part of the proces It doesn't scare me at all It doesn't scare me at all I can't stop browsing in my thoughts But I want to know more So what will I find? My insecurities Leading to destruction Do I have a chance To cover it all? Or should I be able able to put forth What I refuse to delve in?