Oh like a basket of butterflies, thoughts flutter through my head.
Everytime I try to think on one thing, the mental conversation changes topic
- Every five seconds.
How can one really think
When their brain is going to explode from from excessive nervousness?
Take away the worry, take away the pain, Its making me crazy - I'm going insane.
Stress burns a whole in me.
The real person I talked to turned out to be fake.
I have noone, reality shrieks, I am beyond words.
If I had words for anyone, they wouldn't hear them.
Seems that I'm lost and so are you.
Pretenders alike, just go on and ignore me.
Pain resonates from the deep caverns, inflicting my soul to the last breath.
And you think people can live this way.
Fake in the eyes of a monster.

I've got a smile in my hand,
It glows so brightly,
It bristles against your cheek.
When I laugh you laugh with me and the breeze is gentle and inviting.
We sing together a longtime.
We think of things so beautifully than when we were apart.
Oh it is bright but soft and we clutch it with our lives.
For if we forget, we must toil to learn again.
Many tears build at the realization that we must find ourselves again.
I've tried but I cannot light the campfire with nothing.
So I longed to catch something flammable and I found it feasible,
And I caught fire, and the flame in my hand forever burns.

Residing to the night air I think of things calm and reckless,
And feeling so careless I breathed the dank mist as if I were shooting,
And I swallow the remnants of the beginning and I freely launch myself down,
Plummeting farther into the ocean,
Always believing that I would reach the bottom, but coming back up like a balloon.
Events remind me of what I once had,
The reminders of something beautiful that I'd thrown away.
Frightful dreams of picking up the pieces threaten to come out of me and become reality.
Scares me shallowly at some hours and deeply the next,
Deserting the wreckage and plowing ashore,
Never looking back but persevering until there is no more.

I'll cry away all these days
Oh just let me lay in peace
Leave me alone, just let me deal with it.
I know I'll fail but I can't handle the pressure you put on me.

Oh just let me fail, its my decision right here, right?
I can't breathe anymore, maybe this is my reason.
Finally, I have a reason.
Its all worth the feeling, oh I can feel it all now.

If you gave me a breath, maybe it would become life.
The life could enter this bruised, dying soul.
I can't even believe this could all end,
But maybe if I remembered it would all come to pass…

With selfless hearts we see everything in front of our faces
But we do nothing, because we are alone tonight.
We hover with the clouds with an unknown destination
And before we feed our souls with life,
We drown in our own emerging pride.

Its a sorrowful way to die, from the inside out
But its important to realize that people die from this everyday.
Everytime we judge someone, compete, retaliate,
We lose another heartstring.
And the people that have lost all their heartstrings -
We label them as fake, as they've died that much in our eyes.

We repeatedly hold anger on people.
Pride - the faultiest point in human nature.

I can only dream of walls that don't break down.
Another secret, another wall, another fight.
And it seems I have many, many walls.
Perhaps, it is a good thing though, that walls are not stone?
Why do I feel like I'm hiding in a pile of rocks?
And then I dig beneath me, because I realize its only glass.

Because of me, I'm a pushover, they all say.
I wish people would've taken me seriously, instead of turning me into roadkill.
But I guess I was always roadkill in your eyes.
Private school and boys ... but was it justified?
Now, yes, I'm giving you another chance.
You don't understand, and you never will.

When its all done and over though, I still have no regrets.
Anger has succumbed to the happiness, and I feel free again.
So strange how we find ourselves in sorrow.
Never wishing but receiving guilt in great multitude.
Dreaming of heavens and higher places all the while.
Finding life a new, clear slate for love to dwell.

Always trying to prove myself to people.
Story of my life, tell me I'm dreaming.
I've been fighting like this so long,
And now I feel like giving it all up.
Your mighty act was performed, and I'm still standing.
Seriously, you thought you could stomp on me like that?
I'm going to hold my ground and you're not stopping me.
The day I learned my life's objective, I was playing with my guns.
It was a hard day, you made me so tired.
I wanted a moment to rest but was given nothing.
Nothing. Not one sliver of time. Just another piece of lead.
I poured the lead into my guns and kept on fighting.
Finally, you gave me rest,
And along with the rest you gave me truth.
You gave me so much, it brought me to my knees.
And I got right up, ready for your blows again.
One day I'll have to own up to the fact that I'm hurting myself.
Its really hard to **** your natural instincts.
Why can't I accept myself for who I really am?