How should I know, when to hold on, when to fight and stand tall. When I started from nothing, but I still lost it all. Another fresh start, another blank slate, but still broken and scarred. And the memories, of the old times, by which my life is marred. Here I cower, in the darkness, trapped deep in my fear. Bereft of strength, bereft of hope, but I still have these tears. Just to drown in, and to wash away, any blood that's been spilled. Lost and shattered, heart is empty, but someday it will be filled. By redemption, by delusion, by some unfounded hope. Of a life that exists, not on the end of the rope. But by serenity, sweet utopia, of a life free from pain. Thus the cycle, ever spinning, just starts over again.