This is who I am...
my hands tremor to the point...
Oh, Beautiful Stranger...
Standing outside the door...
It isn't going very well.
I'm not myself...
I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...
He held a breathing mask
in the midst of chaos...
There's nothing my mind will forgive
As I struggle through this night...
I've got this place-
deep within my soul...
A prison lays inside my mind,
continuous worrying...
Is all she asks
As she lies here...
She struggles to lower
Her fickle anchor against Life’s...
There it is. A glowing dot
in the sky. You could hear it's whistle...
A beautiful girl
Doesn't mean that she will make...