Please listen to me
as I unload all
of my soul to you.
I am afraid of
you seeing this,
but now IÕm
more afraid to
hide. IÕm losing
myself to the
darknesses, and
the light is fading
fast. I donÕt want
it to be this way.
I want my life back.
Are you there?
Have you left me, like
my aura of peace?
All I have now is
my darkness and my
fickle fate. Why is
hope frail and smooth
like glass? Why do strands
of friendship break like
spiderwebs? I see this world
through blood-tinted lenses,
and fresh, green hope seems
black. The crimson rose, my
torture, is as colorless as my
paper-blank expression.
Do you see me here?
IÕm drifting away,
in this dismal fog.
Can you release me?
Am I with you?
IÕm wearing a fine
mask, but can you
see through it? I need
you to see. I need
you to be my light.
Deliver me, my soul,
from my diamond cage.
Oh, sweet prison, without
which I am naked.
Can you see me, through
the facets of disguise?
Is my loving enemy
myself? I put up these
shields to keep from being
hurt, but I cut myself
on the sharp edges
Blood mingles with tears,
but i wonÕt let you know.
Can you dress the wounds
you cannot see? Nurse
me back to my healthy
heart. Bring me home
again. Demolish my crystal
walls, since IÕm too weak
to release them. I canÕt run
from myself, and these walls
are closing in, leaving me in
a dark coffin, a mausoleum
of hurt. IÕm alone
in here, but I
feel you out htere,
looking in. Looking
without seeing, leaving
withoput knowing. I
need you to seeme. touch
my inner self, heal
me fully. IÕm lost
in my tiny corner.
Is there any hope?
Have I gone too far
into my demonic universe?
as I unload all
of my soul to you.
I am afraid of
you seeing this,
but now IÕm
more afraid to
hide. IÕm losing
myself to the
darknesses, and
the light is fading
fast. I donÕt want
it to be this way.
I want my life back.
Are you there?
Have you left me, like
my aura of peace?
All I have now is
my darkness and my
fickle fate. Why is
hope frail and smooth
like glass? Why do strands
of friendship break like
spiderwebs? I see this world
through blood-tinted lenses,
and fresh, green hope seems
black. The crimson rose, my
torture, is as colorless as my
paper-blank expression.
Do you see me here?
IÕm drifting away,
in this dismal fog.
Can you release me?
Am I with you?
IÕm wearing a fine
mask, but can you
see through it? I need
you to see. I need
you to be my light.
Deliver me, my soul,
from my diamond cage.
Oh, sweet prison, without
which I am naked.
Can you see me, through
the facets of disguise?
Is my loving enemy
myself? I put up these
shields to keep from being
hurt, but I cut myself
on the sharp edges
Blood mingles with tears,
but i wonÕt let you know.
Can you dress the wounds
you cannot see? Nurse
me back to my healthy
heart. Bring me home
again. Demolish my crystal
walls, since IÕm too weak
to release them. I canÕt run
from myself, and these walls
are closing in, leaving me in
a dark coffin, a mausoleum
of hurt. IÕm alone
in here, but I
feel you out htere,
looking in. Looking
without seeing, leaving
withoput knowing. I
need you to seeme. touch
my inner self, heal
me fully. IÕm lost
in my tiny corner.
Is there any hope?
Have I gone too far
into my demonic universe?
