Ch. 1: The Price of Fear

It's weird how, sometimes, all your strength is on the hands of someone who's not you. 

It ain't good when you feel lonely wherever you are, 'cause you ain't you anymore, you feel like an empty body, whose soul has been stolen by someone else. Not sure if stolen is the right word, 'cause maybe you gave your own soul in trade of something, something you may not receive, something that don't depend on you, it's a risk.

I wish that he could rinse all your fear out, and make it go straight to the drain, but it may never happen, I know that the fear ain't outside anymore, the fear is inside, there's fear everywhere.

He could probably take that fear out of you, if he were there for you, but, if he is not, you better take this out for yourself, but the fear will never come alone, it has to drag something from you, it's the price that you have to pay.