Will you fix me?
But wait, am i even broken?
Do you hear me?
Am I even here at all?
All through this life I have hidden,
Some part of me...to keep these thoughts alive.
What would it mean to let go of all of me?
To show you everything that makes me who I am.
Would you understand, would you run away and hide?
A desperate plea,
Save me!
Show me that you hear me.
A blank smile...mirrored in a blank stare.
Dark and twisting waters of my mind.
But wait...a little bit of sunshine draws my eye.
Though how long before I twist that up, and make it die?
Fears; too many to count anymore
push them in a room and lock the door.
Laugh at the irony...
of how it is and always shall be.
Running; till the day I die.
No! this cant be.
Its not empty inside.
Dreams that I dream,
dreams that want to fly.
Drifting down...where hope may be found.
Im trying to fight myself.
Which side is stronger?
They cant both survive much longer.
Figure out a way to win this war.
Scars wont fade...not this day.
But I wont let it happen anymore.
Drop the blade, turn your head.
Youre not better off dead.
The tears that drip down wont ease your pain.
Am I the one to blame?
For confusion in my head?
Am I the one that started all of this?
One last wish to heal...
One last chance to grow...
One last whisper on the wind to make me strong.
But wait, am i even broken?
Do you hear me?
Am I even here at all?
All through this life I have hidden,
Some part of me...to keep these thoughts alive.
What would it mean to let go of all of me?
To show you everything that makes me who I am.
Would you understand, would you run away and hide?
A desperate plea,
Save me!
Show me that you hear me.
A blank smile...mirrored in a blank stare.
Dark and twisting waters of my mind.
But wait...a little bit of sunshine draws my eye.
Though how long before I twist that up, and make it die?
Fears; too many to count anymore
push them in a room and lock the door.
Laugh at the irony...
of how it is and always shall be.
Running; till the day I die.
No! this cant be.
Its not empty inside.
Dreams that I dream,
dreams that want to fly.
Drifting down...where hope may be found.
Im trying to fight myself.
Which side is stronger?
They cant both survive much longer.
Figure out a way to win this war.
Scars wont fade...not this day.
But I wont let it happen anymore.
Drop the blade, turn your head.
Youre not better off dead.
The tears that drip down wont ease your pain.
Am I the one to blame?
For confusion in my head?
Am I the one that started all of this?
One last wish to heal...
One last chance to grow...
One last whisper on the wind to make me strong.
