All I fear is that there’s nothing to say.
Is this all there is? Is there another way?
I said it would never get the best of me.
So I took it, I stood and never walked away.
I don’t want to feel a thing.
I realized all the things I’ll never be.
I don’t want to feel a thing.
I realized that…
All that I feared is…
All that I feared is…
All that I fear is...
When I’m gone, what will they think?
Who are you to say things fall into place?
If everyone finds their own way,
Then why am I my own worst enemy?
Images of you burned in the back of my eyes.
Why can’t I get past your lies?
When every day feels the same,
All that I fear is me.