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.