I want to be set free.
Is there hope to find a key?
I guess I don’t have to worry about losing my sanity.
But I’ve been trying for so long, why can’t I be me?
So as I wait to witness the beauty of the world shine, I’ll hope I don’t run out of time.
And maybe I’ll be lucky enough to call someone mine.
But until I can melt my heart of stone I guess I’m stuck frozen in time.

The days pass by and it seems like it’s turning to a brighter hue.
Maybe now things will get less misconstrued.
I guess I’m getting more of an idea of what to do, and it seems like I’m beginning to find my shoes.
So now all I can do is pick myself up and continue.
But I feel like a mess, and never really feel the heart beating in my chest.
Is there hope to find meaning and be done with the stress?
So I guess time will tell me what to do next.

So much hate, so many lies.
Why do most people still wear a disguise?
I can’t tell if I should run, or hide.
But I can’t tell whose on my side.
I chose a lonely path.
There’s nothing here for me, no hope to last.
So I guess I’ll just keep fighting till my last breath.
I guess I’ll just try to distract myself from my untimely death.

Nowhere really feels like home to me unless I lock myself in my room.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore I’m being consumed in all the gloom.
But when good just seems to come and go, how do you figure yourself out?
Faces come and go and I’m still filled with so much doubt.
I want to get up and out and find somewhere I can be free.
But I guess as life unfolds I can see that nothing is ever as it seems.
So as I try to put together the puzzle of my life,
I’ll try to breathe some life into my being as I try to rid myself of the strife.

Let the blood trickle down my arm, the damage has already been done, so I guess there’s little harm and everyone’s already won.
I’ve been dragging what’s left of me down this winding and dreary path.
I wanted to make the most out of life, I wanted it to last.
But all I see are enemies and I have nowhere left to run.
So I guess I’ll crash and burn until death I will succumb.

Going back to the night with tears streaming down my face,
The blade didn’t work so I guess I’ll have to live out my unthinkable fate.
I want to slip into the unknown and never look back, because everyone’s eyes are filled with hate and there’s no getting anything that was ever mine back.
So as I ponder the afterlife and try to be set free, I’ll keep dragging this corpse through life as I try to regain any ounce of sanity.

Drowning in my mind and I want to break free.
I can’t remember much of a time where my life wasn’t falling apart at the seams.
Why can’t all of this just be all a bad dream?
I have nothing in me to want to be able to breathe.
So I guess I’ll keep in mind that nothing is ever as it seems.
But I know there’s nothing in my life that I’ll ever be able to keep.