I can't take it anymore
This feeling within
I need to brake out
From beneath my skin
Out comes my old frineds
Let the therapists begin

They draw out the pain
That was hiding underneath
My sorros poor away
As they flash their sharp teeth
And when I am cured
They go back in their sheaths

I can't take it anymore
This feeling within
I need to brake out
From beneath my skin
Out comes my old frineds
Let the therapists begin

They draw out the pain
That was hiding underneath
My sorros poor away
As they flash their sharp teeth
And when I am cured
They go back in their sheaths

one day a giant stepped on a flower
it wasn't big flower
for it was still growing
a sprout not to long ago
but it had just began to bud
ready to say hello to the sun
and ***** you to the world
because it had beaten the odd's
many had tried to grow here
and all had failed
lang long before they even grew pods
but this flower was different
a beautiful color
peaked out of it's bulb
and it's fragrance
already lighted everybody's  day
but this flower did not know
in witch garden it did grow
for giants don't like flowers
no matter how pretty and sweet

You are like a black whole
And if you were a nerd
You would understand how amazing that is
You would know
That I am paying you the highest compliment

Peel away my layers
Until all that's left is me
But never forget
That this isn't all I can be

"Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and dark will rise
When a good man goes to war
Demons run but count the cost
The battle is won but the child is lost
When a good man goes to war"

Waiting for your messages
Knowing you probably already read mine
Fear creeping up my spine
Reloading the page a million times
And once more

Just to be sure