Dancing on the flames of hell,
i feel the lump in my throat begin to swell,
hope is gone and dreams are lost
memories of a family
i have forgot.
People died and people left
it seems I'll be a lonely little doll
until the day of my death,
fevered times, my heart slowly drowns,
lost in time
and telling people I'm going to be fine.
In reality my life really isn't mine,
where do I come from
and where do I go,
is it right that I call this place home.
Being moved around all my life,
seeking answers to cure my pain
in the knife,
finding comfort in ending my life.
this is the sad and lonely world of mine
of which I am alone,
no matter where I go
no place ever feels like home...
So i dance in the flames of my self inflicted hell,
praying one day I will find
the cure to save myself...
