The world around you looks just fine,

But the real destruction is found inside

You stand alone, you stand in fear,

of what the others are bound to hear,

But rise up once, and rise up twice,

Show them you do not mean nice,

And all along this fearsome path,

No one ever stops to ask,

Are you lonely, are you scared?

No, it’s just the light I fear,

The darkness hold me warm and tight

And welcomes me into the night,

And I can’t help but stop and think

Standing on the edge’s brink

Of all the things that brought me here,

It’s not the dark, it’s myself I fear.