I have nothing to fear, At least for now. Why is it always me? A victim in an endless cycle of loss. I'll bury my hopes and desires, Under the floorboards to rot. Sear the memories of the times when Happiness was genuine and not a front. Why is it always me? When I seek for change. Tired of the same routine. But no one will understand. An exchange of words and promises. As sharp as broken glass, I cut and reopen my regrets. I have nothing to fear. I have nothing to fear, At least for now. As sharp as broken glass, I cut and reopen my regrets; Spill your heart out.