im tired of wakin up in tears.i cant put to bed these phobism fears.im new to this grief i cant explain.but im no stranger to the heartache and the pain.the fire i began,is burnin me alive.but i know better than to leave and let it die.ima silohoutte askin every now and then,is it over yet will i ever love again.ima silohoutte chasin rainbows on my own.but the more i try to move on,the more i feel alone.im sick of the past i cant erase.a jumble of footprints and hasty steps i cant retraceowlcity