Trembling fingers and darting eyes,
I know they're going to catch me.
Bruising rib cage, a fleeting guise
I only wish to be free.

Stumbling over my own feet,
I will lay everything out for show.
I shall embrace my impending defeat,
For the mistakes I cannot forgo.

So hear me now,
And hear me clear:
I may not be able to explain how
But please know, I have always held you dear

There is something inside me—
A darkness even I fear.
And love, you may not want to agree,
But its roar is not hard to hear.