Death.. You mean what is it like to go to sleep and never wake up?
Life.. You mean waking up after never having gone to sleep...

When I look back on my years
My reflection is meticulous.
They say to conquer my fears
But I think that's rediculous.

What scares me in this world
So few to little things,
All that has unfurled
Each memory that sings.

As I lay in bed
My fear is not to blame
Running through my head
The memories that bring shame.

Conquer your criticism
Forgive who you used to be
Ease up on the cynicism
That's how you set yourself free.