I want to go home
I want to be free
But here I am trapped
And will always be

I dream of a land
With mountains and trees
A beautiful land
With blue lakes and seas

Where I can be free
And do what I please
A land without death
And without disease

A land full of joy
A land full laughter
Where I can live happily ever after

You think you are loved
You think all is fine
But all your blood
Will shall I drink like wine

I will never forgive
What was done by you
I won't let you live
No matter what you do

You will die by my hand
I will send you to hell
You will die where you stand
An then all will be well

THE EXCUSE USED WAS THAT I HAD
WRITER'S BLOCK.

UNTIL I STARTED BEING HONEST
WITH MYSELF,

AND ADMITTED I WAS TERRIFIED
OF CREATING SOMETHING THAT
PEOPLE WOULDN'T LIKE.

I WAS TERRIFIED OF NOT BEING ENOUGH,

EVEN FOR MYSELF.

" Don't ever put your happiness in someone's else's hands.
They'll drop it.
They'll drop it every time"