I stand in the doorway,
an angel with broken wings,
watching light flutter down
upon the simple things.
I fear this will be the end,
my heart's so torn,
it will never mend.
My life is messed up,
no one understands..
They take one look at me,
and I'm holding out my bloody hands.
I'm down on my knees now,
lower than I could ever be.
I'm so hurt,
I can't even see.
Every time I try to speak,
they turn or run away..
This doesn't happen only once,
it happens every day.
I'm stuck inside my own world now,
counting the clouds as they go by..
I've nothing left but imaginary friends. Maybe I'm crazy,
maybe I could take off and fly.
Tears have turned into pools of blood; pain seeks out my cries.
I can't turn away from it now,
I'm surrounded by his lies.
I don't want to tell,
it's hard to speak.
I choke when he calls my name.
I'm afraid to see him,
afraid to listen,
afraid to play his game.
Soft voices gently sing,
each chorus begins to ring.
Am I dead, am I real?
Am I sure that I can feel?
What has become of me..
Breaking up by the second,
death has me in his hands..
I'm tired now..
Drifting off to sleep,
I'm far away from reality,
I'm gone now..
I'm finally free..
All I want to say was..
Nevermind..
Let me be..
