I can't breathe the air, smoke too thick
Can't see either, with no way forward
My heart's frozen inside and I'm dying
The lies I've spoken all make me sick
And the false prayers, hopes offered
I am unable to stand, but I'm trying
Steal my insecurities away, I've many
Too many, so just take your a pick
It won't change the facts, my last act
Dreams died, but still condemn me
And I have been waiting to be more
Than the bloody scar on the canvas
That you painted of my being
"Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.” Graham Greene
