Like an addict, I keep holding on to my fears
Why, oh why, do I do this to myself
Why can't I hold on to the faith I found
Why shift my gaze from the hope seen

I was told not to worry, but I found that without my worries I feel useless
Without my burdens, I feel too light
My worries is at times my armour and shield
Protecting me from the deepest feeling of regrets
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