The road that lays ahead shows me nothing but hollow minds and burning hearts.
Rip me open and Ill show you I’m to far gone to care.
Peel back my eyelids so I can show you the pain scared into my soul.
I try and tell myself that this pain will eventually pass,
but even now I can’t believe the lie.
Maybe I was born this way,
or maybe I was cursed to carry this around.
What lies within is kept under lock and key,
And I’m to afraid to show the world the real me,
the angry me,
the lonely me,
the burning me,
the fading me.