Three decades and two fistfuls of broken glass Shattered dreams and discontentment I blamed it all on everyone except myself, Except myself, the only one and I read too far into the words between the lines If I could give up just one thing, it'd be to never care Watch the storm and rain pass by And if moving forward must be done with a little sense of fear I won't question or ask why, question or ask why There's no use No need to Give in to my worst foe, the one real enemy It's a trait that does more harm than good Take these dreams and twist them into lies Turn them into something I despise This is the ending to this strife Another chapter, still survived Leave me with this token bitterness, a silent cry Move on forward to the next degree of shallow emptiness Deleted scenes from the negative side of my life