What happens when it’s too well hidden?
What happens when it’s all locked up,
far too deep down inside?
What happens when you’re too hurt, too weak, to continue to hide?
Would they believe you, if they hear,
of your many a painful fear?
Has your role been too well played
is your act to real,
if people would laugh and shrug it off when exposed to how you truly feel?

I stay within the light; I refuse to allow myself to go back to the dark.
I stay within the light; I do everything I can to
I stay within the light; I don’t allow myself time to fall back into the shadows
I stay within the light; I’m afraid of what I’d find
I stay within the light; afraid I’d find I belong in the dark

Do you see what I see, could you even comprehend?
Can you see the colors that tell stories in the end?
The colors tell me everything,
everything inside your soul.
You could see them too,
you know,
if you’d just stop and notice
the film that they are painted on.

I’m so tired.
I’ve been stretched to my limits and I fear I am only human!
I feel I bear the weight of a thousand worlds that are not my own!

Then, once the weight is lifted I am left with the weight of my own, what I’ve been neglecting.
I am weak, and sick of pretending.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to break?