They see the sun in full bloom.
Look at me, in my dark room.
Counting my losses and gain.
How did I let this happen?
And what if I can't get back up?
What if this is as good as it ever gets?
What if my best is not enough?
What if it's already over, it's too late?
What if I told you I'm scared,
That life will never be fair?
It'll be a game of blackjack.
And I'll count all that I lack.
What if I don't know where to go?
What if I'm lost in a forest of darkness?
What if I can't hear my echo?
What if I don't belong in this cold hard place?
What if I just ran away?
I can't take another day
Of this secret self-loathing.
How do I fly without wings?
What if I fall, who will catch me?
What if I break, who will patch up my bruises?
What if it's how it'll always be?
What if I don't desire what my fate chooses?
What if my sun doesn't rise?
What if all are biased dice?
What if I can't find answers?
Somebody please heal this scar.