Be afraid! That's when it means something to you.
The fear of starting;
when you want it but you can't have it, when you fight for it but you still lose it but that's not way scares you, what scares you is that voice that tells you to try again.
The fear of failing;
when you have it and it all starts to slip away, when all your victories start to unravel in front you and the thought of losing it all grips you so tight.
The fear of what would come after you succeed;
when you're at the top and you can't remember what the ground feels like, when the battles over but you're the only one left standing, when you shine so bright you can't see anyone else...
So be very afraid, that's when it means everything to you.

I closed my eyes because I wanted to see clearer, for closing did not bring me darkness; it allowed movement, released images that passed through my mind.
But they’ve been closed too long and I’m beginning to lose sight and if I can’t see my dreams, how can I live them?

I opened my mind so I could be free, so my thoughts could flow out and others could visit.
Somehow it has gotten a little cloudy, others decided to stay and I let my thoughts just float away.

I freed my spirit so I could chase after it, having faith that it would lead me where I wanted to go.
Well right now it’s way ahead of me and I can’t seem to catch up.

Now I’m here with closed eyes, an open mind and a free spirit, wondering if I’ve got it all wrong.

Don’t feel foolish, Don’t feel lost
Don’t feel confused, Don’t feel any less loved
When you ask me what I’m thinking and I don’t answer you, know that it’s not because I don’t want to but be sure that it’s because I can’t.
I can’t let you see me, piece for piece
I can’t let you know me, part for part
I can’t give you my thoughts, my emotions, my feelings and my admissions, knowing that when I leave your arms and your home, you’re in my heart and I’m left alone but when you leave my arms and my bed, I disappear and she’s there instead.
So, I say again, no folly, no loss, no confusion or diminishing love, because I want you see me and I want you to know me but I can’t stand to give myself away knowing you will never give yourself right back.
So, I’m going to keep my thoughts with me, that way when I leave your arms and your home for the very last time I won’t be completely alone, I’ll have all those beautiful thoughts of our time locked up within me, I’ll have a piece and a part of what we both could have known.