I'm waiting
for a way to tell
my feelings to the world
before it all goes to hell.
But it's easier to lie
the truth brings fear
the lie keeps you hidden
and I'm still here.
I live off my dreams
letting them be my cure
but the antidote is running out
everything rots, nothing pure.
So now is my turn to die
with hidden feelings, broken truth
shattered dreams, full of lies
and now I'm born again.
