Fear can drive stick and its taking me down this road
A road down which I swore I'd never go
And here I sit, thinking of God knows what
Afraid to admit I might self-destruct
So lock the windows
And bolt the door
Cause I've got enough problems without creating more
I feel like I was born
For devastation and reform
I'll destroy everything I love, And the worst part is
I'll pull my heart out, reconstruct
But in the end its nothing but
A shell of what I had when I first started
An injury I'll cause with my own fist it
It seems to me to be slightly masochistic
But there'd be no story without all this dissension
So I inflict the conflict with the utmost of intention
Thank you, God for giving me the insight
So I might make these wrongs right
If and when there ever is a next time
Cause failure is a blessing in disguise
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