In my heart and my mind these thoughts stab at me
Bleeding out my soul until I'm drowing in the pain
No release for the angst I feel tugging at my conscience
No where else to hide away the suffering and the strain
I claw my way to the top until I can finally breathe
Yet something starts to pull me down before I can stand
Crawling on my hands and knees through the dirt
Until I'm completely buried in lies made of quicksand
My face begins to show what hides beneath the surface
So I disguise myself with a mask made of stained glass
Burying all my emotions under the weight of my facade
Hoping that this phase of mine will just simply pass
