if i want to go, when I'll go,
or if I'll go without knowing
i tire easily of this place,
in this state of thinking
I'm stuck here, underwater,
locked in chains and sinking
i don't like mirrors anymore
i don't recognize the one looking back
that girl looks cold & empty
so colourless & black
I'm there somewhere, lost inside,
trying to find my way out
yelling & screaming so loud,
yet nobody hears me shout
wondering how i lost my way
and how I'll ever get back
i sit & watch the girl in the mirror
as her world turns black
never helping myself, of course,
because i just don't care
hey, i looked as i was falling
and there was nobody there
i don't need anyone blaming me,
i hate that accusing stare
for when i needed you the most
you were never there
my heart can't take anymore of this
all the pain that's buried inside
I'm suffering here, alone,
my happiness has died
i need no one else to cause me pain
i do that on my own
I'm broken, lost, confused,
drifting into the unknown
"i was taken away, literally what people mean when they say "she went kicking and screaming", and now I'm left with this constant fear.. I'm sure, that at any minute now, the men in white coats will be here, but maybe, just maybe, if i stay really still, and quiet, they won't put the straight-jacket on me when they get here...."
