My Girlfriend walked in on me hacking my arm up,
From my wrists to my Pecs needless to say shes my x
with no excuse for my behavior the razors my acting agent
you say it's a cry for help, I say it's more like practice aiming

The hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters. Cus D'Amato