I won't let myself **** myself, not again. The winds, they blow for me. The sun, it shines for me . Don't you see it for yourself. I won't let myself **** myself. It's happened enough, my heart aches are worse than your kind. My heart was once so happy it exploded and lost itself, another time it was so sad that it healed and found itself. I won't let myself **** myself. Am I deranged or consumed with too many thoughts for one brain. Am I confused or am I just insane. Will I be forgotten or will I have fame? Are all my dreams wasted, my words useless, my strive undesired, my strength underestimated, will I always be that dusty book on your shelf? I won't let myself **** myself.