I read your word every morning
Each letter like a bullet to the heart

These bullets are different
Because they help bleed out the darkness

But with an open wound that I do not know have to close
Fear finds its way in and starts eating me alive

I have done wrong
I have done right
And fear keeps telling me that the wrong overrides the right

Don't listen to fear my dear
He wants your blood

He feeds on your broken dreams
And helps rip apart your cracked heart

So bandage up that bullet wound
Distract yourself for as long as possible
Because at some point you'll forget the hole was even there