I've been thinking about the white light and how it keeps me terrified

It starts with a white lie, I tell my friends that I am fine

That's when it begins, forces its way in

Months down the line and I'm thinking about the white light

It's the fear inside that keeps me going on

But I don't feel much better, I'm no better for you

I've been picking the scab hoping it will bleed out and leave in peace

But it always grows back, now I'm looking elsewhere for my release

That's when it begins, forces its way in

Months down the line and I'm thinking about the white light

It's the fear inside that keeps me going on

But I don't feel much better, I'm no better for you

I'm thinking about the white light

Am I the exception in my resurrection?