I'm not proud of things I've said.
I regret some things I've done.
I'm scared to ask the questions I have,
afraid to face what I've been running from.
I hide my soul in unconvincing lies,
and search for truth with each selfish rhyme.
If I found you there, I might not be surprised.
If I'm honest I'm not looking hard enough.
If you wish to be a great man,
stray from what you know.
It's just too easy to watch the days go by,
never learning much at all.
I don't know what I'm running from,
but I've been running all my days,
and I don't know what scares me the most,
maybe it's my fear of love that gets in the way.
Yeah, it's my fear of love that gets in my way.
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