I want to go back to a time
Before I knew right from left
Is it blissfulness I'm seeking
Or helplessness I miss

Irked at my own past
It foreshadows my own demise
I am afraid of the future
Because it's shadows have nothing to hide

Snow angels
No they don’t fly
It’s painful

Red stains in the snow
From a small pocket knife

I need snow angels in my life

I can never sleep but I can’t say that I want to
Tomorrow’s full of people I don’t really want to talk to
Yesterday I said that I would try to face my fears
But today is just another day I lie to all my peers

I know that I’m afraid
The music faces all but one too many ways
It takes a special kind of ear
To hear the cry for help that’s hidden beneath the fear

I can never sleep so I try to stay awake
Hell why be healthy when when he’ll never see my face
He only know what’s in my veins
Underneath the broken glass are more transparent panes

I know that it’s my brain
The music faces and I don’t want to explain
It takes a lovely kind of ear
To hear the song that’s hidden in my heart