I tried my best to keep quiet
To keep my head held down
To wear a smile and pretend I'm fine
To convince the world around me
That I'm not sick and tired of being afraid
Of waking up and having to live another day trapped in these surroundings
With a permanent mask sewn to my face
Sometimes I feel like I'm dead to this world
Like I faded out years ago, but I will not let the rain wash me away
"Dear father this is all I have."
I know it's not much, but at least it's something
Underneath the skin, behind the dirt and grime
Hides a lost scared kid, a forced fed child
From a broken home with no place else to go
Left out to dry in the bitter cold
We keep our heads buried beneath the sheets, sins pushed under our beds
Skeletons living in our closets, cold breath fogging up the pains of glass
We all have our fears, they stay carved in our minds
Keeping us from sleep, keeping us from moving on
Sometimes I feel like my purpose on this earth
Is to be a never ending example
A constant display of what it's like to constantly fail
"Dear mother, this is all I have."
I know it's not much but at least it's something
This is my life in black and white
I can't say I love it, but at least it's better than nothing
They call it a gift, make of it what you will
Once the chord is cut and the basket is filled the nightmare begins
We all have our fears, they stay carved in our minds
Keeping us from sleep, keeping us from moving on
They call it a gift, make of it you will
So precious, so innocent, so clean, so frail
Once the chord is cut and the basket is filled, the story begins
As the pages pile up, the more the weight that weighs down
And there's only one way out
Straight through hell
