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MY FEARS
The feeling of uncertainty comes to play
So many questions to ask, but nothing to say
Am I going to be a conqueror?
Or just another prey for a beast to devour
The street is colder than a winter night in oymyakon
Go hard or go home in freight of the gun
Falling into a ditch, I'm running out of time
I fear if I'll make it out in my prime
Maybe I'm afraid I might not make it out alive
Imagine going to a gun fight with a blunt knife
With a crooked smile worn, I bet you can't read my thoughts
Adrenaline rush, I wouldn't trade my fears over guts.
I stand tall, facing all my fears
You'll never see my fidget
I'll be laughing away my tears
At the end, I'll be living with no regret.
I'm scared of love and affections
My heart still aches from previous devastations
My emotions fell deep in the sea like an anchor
Maybe that's one fear I might never conquer.
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