i dont want to be a detective,
i dont want to feel like a spy,
i dont want to wonder, if everything
youre telling me is a lie.
i dont want to break down, i dont want to cry.
i just want to silence all of the screaming inside.

ive been betrayed,
im so dismayed, from all of the carelesness and rage
that you so selfishly display,
and all of the games that you play.
i am not the monster, not the vilan that you portray, me as.
youre not the victem, its just the price you have to pay,
for breaking me into pieces and asking me to stay.
its not my fault that i cant believe a single word you say.
our fairytale has become a living hell, it's your fault that we've become this way.

i am losing faith, feel like a disgrace,
always so quickly replaced, by a pretty face.
i'm a basketcase, everythings a waste.
tell me this is not my faight?
heart full of pain, eyes full of hate.




tell me its not too laight, after the damage that has been done.
i know she lurks in the shadows, hoping youl tell her shes the one.
i am full of insecuritys, and now its hard just to live,
my love and these lyrics, are all that i have to give.

the green eyed monster takes over, im a disaster.
my hope is fading, faster and faster.

and she creeps in the shadows like a volture,
and i could not feel smaller. just waiting for a
chance to take you away. i hope this love is enough,
i pray that my baby will stay.

take me back to the start
where we were a fairytale, just you and me.
when i didnt have to live in fear, pain and misery.

when the trust wasnt broken, we have so much history,
but now i feel like im lost in all of this agony.

im sorry that i hurt you,
you know that i would do anything to make those brown eyes shine.
if only i could rewind and turn back time, i was so wrong and out of line,
i have never been a friend of mine.

im sorry that i whine, and get jealous
that im too clingy and dont give u enough space,
but when your gone sometimes its hard to carry on,
i know its wrong, but i miss seeing your face.

i love you more than life itself,
i hate it when we fight, i just want to cry,
and nothing feels at all right,
i feel like ive been swollowed by darkness,
praying and crying for light.

demons screamin, in my head,
alone and broken, left for dead.
i scream for help, with a silent stare.
i waste away, not really here, still there,
shellshocked, and i'm going nowhere.

maybe if i smoke a cigarette,
it will help me forget, all of  my pain and regret,
maybe if i get high, i wont feel so broken inside.
maybe it will get better, and its just the weather.
maybe im just waiting for the sun to shine,

for this light that i cant find,
barely living a life that isnt mine,
because of the dark whirl wind that is my mind.


my head is  always in the clouds,
and the clouds are dark and gray,
im burried underneath them, they never go away,
theyre in my thoughts, they wear me down,
even on a sunny day, sometimes i wonder if
the rain and thunder is keeping you at bay.

sometimes i cry, and want to die,
and wonder why you stay.

you see everything as gray, while i see black and white.
a cherade you play, pretending to be some kind of crusador for what is right. whatever helps you sleep at night.
while i'm being kept awake by bad dreams, ripping at the seams it seems
you've stolen my only light, you act like you're some kind of saint but i know thats far from true, you're only kind and sincere when it's convienient for you.

filled with so much  pain and regret,
All of the long nights i cant forget, always
waiting for a beautiful sunset, they say that
one things will get better, that i'll be able to put
all the piece together, but it hasnt happened yet.
this hurricane this rain is all i seem to know, but
i cant seem to let you go, i'll stay and wait for the sun
to come if you tell me so. sing me lulabies that send me to
sleep, so i wont feel these wounds so hauntingly deep.
if you tell me that the scars on my heart will fade then i'll
believe your cheraide, just as long as you tell me i have yours babe.
i';; do anything. i'll seek comfort in the mess you made.

let it out, the fear and the doubt.
you've been trying to stay strong, you've been fighting this battle for far too long. pretending that everythings alright, while everything is going wrong. it's taking its toll on your heart and soul, and it's getting really old.
shows over, go home, i just want to be alone, the world is so dark and cold. i just need to rest for a long long while, i feel too depressed, to try to look on the bright side, there is too much pain inside to smile. i don't want to try, i don;t want to fight, sometimes i want to die, & somtimes i feel like i just might. i'm just holding on by a very thin thread, everyday i wake up, i'm filled with pain and dread, won't somebody tell me, whats going on in my head?