Afraid of yourself.
Knowing that you could be that kind of person.
The kind that makes people fear.
Your face is like a mirror to them... it may reflect an image of themselves, they don't want to know.
Everything is intimate. Every line has been drawn so thin.
Afraid of the thoughts you shouldn't be thinking.
Hell, is going against yourself.
Hell is hating yourself for being who you are.
But I am no longer afraid.
I will make my heaven here.
Nothing will be too intimate, and there will be no lines.
I will not deny myself, that which makes me happy... because the world is driven by fear.