I'm not proud of things I've said. I regret some things I've done. I'm scared to ask the questions I have, Afraid to face what I've been running from. I hide my soul in unconvincing lies, And search for truth with each selfish rhyme. If I found you there, I might not be surprised. If I'm honest I'm not looking hard enough. If you wish to be a great man, Stray from what you know. It's just too easy to watch the days go by, Never learning much at all. I don't know what I'm running from, But I've been running all my days, And I don't know what scares me the most, Maybe it's my fear of love that gets in the way. Yeah, it's my fear of love that gets in my way.