I cry myself to sleep this night, for all the choices made wrong. How can I make them all right, when my soul sings the song, of everlasting fear. I'm crying myself to sleep again, something I hoped I'd never do. My heart is filled with pain, like a spear, it runs me through. Inflicted by myself, as there are no others. What happens if I let others in, will it matter if they see what's within. Could they do what I can not, and guide me away from my rot. Fear is my damnation, fear is my soul....