The waterflow sparkles, drawing me near
to peer in over the wishing well of poison and i cant get enough
its twinkling magic masks its lie
and i fade into the scenery.

its time to go but i cant seem to part
i havent made it all the way down
its a cut gone only halfway deep before it starts to scar.
You applaud me for what isnt mine to boast,
the borrowed prize of another,
parading me as the boy among giants.
it was a stolen dream, where i didnt belong,
when id dress up in my mothers pearls.

tangled demons of my mind obscure my view
i cant see friend from foe
the thrill of the fight keeps us awake
all though the dark night
my demons wear white and my angels cloaked in black
and i lay awake and wonder if theres any turning back.