I fear the [bad word] 
I fear the strife
fear of death
fear of life
I fear for you
You fear for me
I fear for what [bad word] to be
Blossoms bloom so fine 
Only to fall from the vine
I will grown an orchard 
Filled with broken portraits

I got a feeling
I'm just scared 
I'll start believing 
When I see you there
Life's a portion 
When you die it's done
Pretend your something
Not fooling anyone. 
Blossoms bloom so fine 
Only to fall from the vine
I will grown an orchard 
Filled with broken portraits