Why canít I just run and hide from the things that try to kill me inside?
All alone in my mind,
Left with dreams that eat me from the inside out.
I am far from complete.
All I need is some help, but no one seems to care.
I try to reach out. You just sit there and stare.
My mind destroys itself.
It controls all of me.
I will never be set free,
For all the demons inside of me will never come out until I canít breathe.
What has this world come to?
When everything wrong with me is everything thatís good in you?
At this rate, I will never find my place.
And surely the sun will never find my face.
All of my life, I try to explain who I am and what Iíve become.
This has become too much for me to control.
Iíve lost all hope in the way that I live and breathe.
This is the night when I take back my life.
From this point on, you donít control me.
Now I donít need to run and hide.