I've never known how it feels to be free
For my superstition has a hold on me
Hopelessly claiming both faith and religion
Aware they can't exist together within
Yet to exist isn't my goal
Afraid to surrender one, I pay the toll
Alone in my thoughts I long for more
Blindly picking up pieces of the puzzle on the floor
My biggest fear is to be defenseless
To fear is to know so I isolate my senses
If ignorance is bliss then I envy those in pain
Numb to reality I try to feel in vain
All because of a four letter word I'm afraid to say
While searching for the right words I got lost along the way
Lost in the shadows of my own thoughts
The more I try to escape, the more I get caught
Looking for a way out is hard when you can't see
Dreaming of fairy tales only distort reality
But it's hard to paint without an easel
Putting it together I feel so pieceful