Something's wrong, I don't feel right,
It's as if the day has turned to night
I've pulled too hard, I'm streched too thin
I'm trapped within my head again.
Fractured thoughts, broken dreams
Nothing's exactly as it seems.
This stress is more than I can take,
Will i bend, or will I break?
I know that only time will tell,
If i'll escape this prison cell,
That I've built inside my mind,
Filled with memories that bind.
So that maybe I can find some peace,
and finally grant myself release,
from these toxic things i feel,
and let my soul begin to heal.
Tomorrow's too late to make the choice,
Do i stay silent, or raise my voice?
And tell the demons to leave me be,
So that i can finally be free,
Of all this pain i feel inside,
and dry the tears that i have cried,
On countless days, and countless nights,
through months and years of inner fights.
Can i find the strength to move on,
when the will to live is gone?
The choice is made, I won't give in
These demons, no, they will not win
I'll keep on today, as I have before,
until these thoughts haunt me no more,
And i can sleep again each night,
knowing that i have won the fight. | 