Simple, common bravery
Shepherds every thought
That crackles as my enemy
Does scorn what I have wrought.

The bastard keeps me living here,
It keeps me safe and well,
Leaving me to live in fear
And wander through this hell.

Cowards call me "coward,"
But it's curiosity
That gets me through each hour,
Full of animosity.

Sing myself the lie
That it's because I'm brave
That I will only cry,
But never rush into my grave.