My heart is more gentle,
than a delicate flower.
I cannot stand by,
and forget,
when those I care for
are fighting a war
all by themselves.
I don't believe
anyone should have to
suffer alone,
or behind closed doors.
I believe
we should open our arms,
and allow love to flow freely
from one heart to the next.
I believe
in being there,
regardless of time,
regardless of mistakes.
I believe in understanding.

I look outside,
See all the things that I'm missing,
I feel empty,
Too scared to still make the change,
I follow the same old pattern,
The pattern that kills me,
While I'm still breathing,
I'm choking myself slowly,
It's like a disease,
I'm supposed to live,
But I've given up,
Given up in slowmotion.

I have to go to sleep now,
Before I give in any more to my sins.
I have to rest,
Before I collapse of distress.
I have to dream,
Because reality is a nightmare.
I have to fall asleep,
Before my mind turns into a battlefield.
I have to relax,
Because my body is going red.
I have to go to bed,
Because my soul has already left.
I have to go to sleep now,
Before I give in any more to my sins.

Why is it so delicious when I know it's going to hurt?
Why can't I stop when I know I'm going to regret?
Why do I do this to myself when I know I'm going to hate it?
Why does it tempt me so bad, aren't I smarter than that?

Why am I so weak that I have to give in...?

Look at his face,
Look in his eyes,
Hear him scream,
Watch him bleed.

Could you really do that...?
Over and over,
Again.

I guess that's why you keep your eyes closed,
mind locked and heart cold.