I woke up screaming from this reoccurring dream, a relentless nightmare (Was it a nightmare?)
Four years have gone and what have I to show?
Most days I don't feel like I'm making progress
At least I'm honest
But if I don't stand up for myself then why the fuck should anyone else?
If I could let go and see things clear
Break the mold defined by fear
Finally I'd find something worth fighting for
