In turth I am terrified to live another minute of life all alone
I am afriad that it will be too late for me to take back the things I am said
I am thinking it is already too late
As I sit here in the dark as I do every single sleepless night
I wonder can I live without regret
The nights that I do cry all I say is "I am that no one I know is here to see me in this week state"
Even though it hurts so much I still run and push people away
I fear people the most for what they have done to me long ago and I am afriad that I am dreaming and soon to wake up