Late but better than ever a young girl's eyes opened,
Opening to a world of inspiration, interpretation and love.
Unique to the eye at first sight I investigate my surroundings,
I wonder even to this day what my first thought must have been.
Simple but sweet a baby can be to everyone around,
all surrounded the Father's first and only daughter.

Ever since I was young, I looked down upon myself as someone weak forever,
when I looked upwards I couldn't breathe but I wanted to, I really wanted to.
When I see my soul freeing itself from my own hurtful feelings corrupted by me,
I begin to notice me as something I don't want to be at all.
I am a tortured soul inside a body I don't want to own,
I feel so fragile yet I want to be strong, I wanted to be strong.

Don't go away, please listen to my tale, everybody isn't listening any more.
I walk this broken road, trying to hold onto myself.
I look straight with a high head pretending I know what's best, but real truth is I am too upset.
I can tell you what to do but it doesn't stop me becoming a hypocrite too.
I walk this cold blizzard clutching to myself when no one sees the storm.
I see the bubble drops of water seeping down my body,
feel my physical structure, after all that's the only thing anyone cares about.
I could have the kindest heart, never want to break you, never want to hurt you,
but I have noticed that nobody cares about your emotions, but their own.
I think that our species will deprive because of mankind no longer holding hands in battle,
we only care about the individual spirit in our heads.
But again, I can't lie when I say I'm rather selfish myself, but I try not to be.
There are moments I feel out of my head when I say that we can do more than anyone else can.
But I feel my used body become a vessel for a slowly breaking soul, I don't want to hoard myself inside. I swear I'm a good soul.

The day sin took over my little mind was the day I felt free inside,
when I saw how much power someone could have over others I abused it badly.
But I saw someone raise from the ashes, she wasn't a soul but a tale of past ones,
I saw her fire sweep in forward in front of me releasing my past mistakes.
I know how much someone can feel pain, because I've felt it myself.
I dread to think about the worsened physical pain of the body,
but one can complain about the physical pain but the mental pain stays beside you.
I don't care for what body I own but for the soul that is inside of it.
I don't want it, I don't need it, I don't want to remember pain any more,
I don't want it, I don't need it, I want to forget the painful emotions.

My insecurities are shifting in my dreams,
I can't help but be worried about the pain that I bring upon myself.
Everyone is telling me, “What's the matter, you are perfect.”
Everyone is telling me that I should stop worrying.
But I can't help but panic inside,
I try, I try, I try to hoard these feelings inside.
But I am creating a surreal life,
I feel myself painting myself blind.
In this world, it's clear what is right and wrong,
but in my consciousness I don't know any more.
I feel myself become closer to you everyday,
but you are slowly drifting away.
Fantasy lives are everywhere, trying my hardest to stay alive,
but I noticed that I am faker than the world has ever known.
I've become digitally attached to my sorrow through bleeding ink.
I feel myself wanting to snap a doll's head off,
I just want to stop my mind from spinning around.
I am forever stuck in a maladaptive daydream,
where everything is fake except me moving.
[Stay Silent For Two Minutes]

Shaking.
My whole body is shaking.
I looked at her stand stood up tall,
it was like a fabricated introduction I only saw in photographs.
Slowly I began to step-by-step approach,
I felt tears and happy feelings slowly consume my soul.
I was at the stand looking around when I saw her signing pages,
my hand shake left to right as I clenched the money in my palm.
Artwork from the top to floor held in my grip,
Inspirations and visions forever follow on through my memory.