I am but a humble artist,
you are but my noble queen.
You can tell me what to think,
but I'll show you what to dream.

Dream of a world where I fixed what everyone broke,
Dream of a world where the skies aren't so grey.
Dream of a world where I can get you what you want,
instead of the one where you have to live day to day.

Dream of a world without misery and pain.
Dream of a world that's not tearing itself apart.
Dream of a world that's the best you can imagine.
Dream of one that's not breaking your heart.

I finally figured out what I want in life... I want a place to call home. A place away from the rest of the world. I used to think I wanted to live in a big city, but I don't. I want to go away. Away from the people who care, away from the people that don't. I want to go away. I can't hurt anyone that way, nor can they hurt me. I want to go away. It hurts too much to care. I want a home where I can't be hurt. A place that will keep me from the ones I love who I always hurt so much. I want a place where nothing matters, not death, life, love, or hope. I want a place where I know everything's safe and I know everything will be okay. A place where I know the world isn't tearing itself apart at the hinges. A place where people will greet each other by name instead of by insults. A place where love can still exist without pain. A place where you don't have to hurt inside. A place where you don't accidentally hurt someone's feelings because they weren't taught that they were worthless. I know that this place can never be though. I can never truly have a home. Until then, I want to go away.

I swim alone and think,
no longer teetering on the brink.
I've left the ledge behind me,
and started drowning in an endless sea.
These thoughts they race along a neverending track,
some racing faster just to pick up the slack.
I try to clear my head, try not to think,
and realize that maybe I was better off on the brink.
Now I'm in an endless sea,
not knowing if there's eternity.
I know there's a shore somewhere.
I know there's someone who cares.
I'm away from the people who understand what I've been through.
I'm away from the people who care about what I do.
I look back on my simple feat,
no longer caring in the least.
I've left the ledge behind me,
then started drowning in eternity.

It's always darkest before the dawn,
so stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.
Let's lay together in the dark,
waiting for the sun to hit it's mark.
Let's watch the sun rise above the trees,
and see what no-one else ses.
This love may fade,
back to where it came,
but for now it can last longer,
because for now it's stronger.

I look back on my life,
seeing through the strife,
to the underlying good,
(whether or not it's understood).
I see that vibrant hue of energy,
that was my last thread of sanity.
I hear it's gentle hum.
Knowing what it escaped from,
I can hardly bear to think,
that it once balanced on the brink,
that I survived everything I went through,
just to be able to say "I went through that too."

Now I listen to so many others,
talk about their horrible struggles,
and I can say " I went through that too,
so I know what you've been through,
so talk to me and I'll listen,
because I know what happens when the plot starts to thicken.

Sixteen steps away from death,
you stop and take a breath.
You step forward three more steps,
ignoring the fall of an unknown depth,
then stop and take another breath.
Thirteen steps until the ledge,
you stumble forward six more steps,
(wishing you had already leapt).
Seven steps until you fall,
you remember the pain, bitter and dull.
Four more steps is what you take,
three more and you've made your fate.
Still you take two more,
and the sight is something to adore,
only darkness and nothing more.
You force yourself to stop and think,
while you teeter on the brink,
and then you stop all thought.
You reap what you sought.
A weightless step,
without another breath.

I reach for the bottle, when I feel some new loss,
and it's the bottle, that shows me who's the boss.
I reach for the bottle, to cope with all the pain,
and everytime I reach, it begins to gain.
When I drink, it spins out of control.
When I drink, it shows me who's the fool.
I kept a bottle by the bed,
just to clear my head,
but I need it no longer,
'cause I'm getting stronger,
and I'm not gonna break,
for my own sake.