Something goes wrong I stare you in the face You don't like to go away Though you often hide Shackles and freedom Together, and tense My muscles become when I let you loose Feel the burn, smile And laugh at the pain That you bring, then Regret it later... Helplessness, my enemy In haste I often choose You to help, but then I often lose myself. Am I worth keeping, A line of losses? Though when bowing my head I never give in. Should I let you Into me further? Perhaps my losses Were for my weakness... Is it a triumph To put you away, Or yet again More foolery?