The love we let subside, the fear we try to so hard to hide, the hopes we dare not speak, and the nightmares we keep alive Whether it's depression's blight, jealousy's sabotaging bite, or simple resentment and spite, all act as condemnations for the self A host of symptoms that serve to bind, we give into loneliness and despair, pop the pills we are prescribed, or simply pretend that we're alright We cower behind wh...