I pick it off, It disappears, It’s gone now, With all my fears I look at the space, Where it once was, Do I miss it? I do, because… It helped me, This hate, This sadness, This fate, What now do I strive for? I cry for? I lie for? It helped me, This hole, This secret, This cold, What now do I pray for? I try for? I why for? I picked it off, It disappears, It’s gone now, Bring back my fear.