How long does it take?
How long does it take to realize,
When the monsters have moved
From under your bed
And now
Live inside you head

I feel dead and broken inside,
I'm paralyzed
From the inside out,
But I can't describe
The way the monsters keep calling
Me toward their grave,
And how I don't feel
Like being brave.

A book is a home,
Where lost souls adventure into,
Where you go to escape a life,
That was never enough,
Where you find love,
And freedom,
And hurt and despair,
Betrayal and new friends.
A book is a home
But when you leave
It is,
The End.

I'm breaking in two
I dont know what to do
My life's a complete mess
Without you

My thoughts are covered in a velvet coat of darkness from the sky,
And a silk blanket of sorrow from the storm.

If I am over you
Why am I thinking of you

Goodbye my friend,
For winters den,
Has turned the nights a sorrow.

The clouds cry,
Birds don't fly,
And she left, for new tomorrow.

At the bottom of the hill,
With the bare white trees,
At the lands fallow.
You sit there,
Wondering throughout,
The nights sorrow.

But don't fear my friend,
For in one seasons day,
There will be tomorrow,
With the blue-birds singing,
And church bells ringing,
As I wait at the hallow.