Oh to help, by God, someone help me
I'm sitting and I'm thinking about the 'maybe's.
The 'what ifs' that linger within my mind
Get me more lost and farther than what I wish to find.
Oh to this darkness, this dark, I'm scared
Alone in this cold, writing, I'm scared
As I sit and ponder I see I'm terrified
To be in this trap, locked in, I'm horrified.
Someone take away the chains
They are so cold against my skin
My blood rushing through my veins
Tell my heart to stop. No! Let it begin.
But please, oh please to stop the rushing
Stop the pain because my poor heart is crushing
Tearing myself apart piece by piece
No, it was Beauty that was the Beast
There was no apple to take a bite
There was no dragon for a knight to fight
Poor little Snow White caught up in lies
And the girl in the tower was born to die
Am I a princess, like in those fairytales?
The one following in the dark on the wrong trails.
Am I another one of those spoiled brats
Who was born a wonder but fed to the rats?
I think too much, oh here I am thinking
My thoughts were my befall and I'm still sinking.
A single thought couldn't have been wrong
If it was only a question, "why must I wait so long?"
