Bleeding fingers running over the piano the pain keeps me concentrating keeps me from shaking.
Tone for tone my fingers ache but the pain is a must. the blood leaves patterns on the white piano.
they won't see the blood running down my hands and down on my white costume broken song the ironic thoughts that i could be someone.
Bleeding fingers running over the piano the pain keeps me concentrating keeps me from shaking. even now
a thousands years later when the Silhouette stands in the moonlight i can feel it inside out.
i close my eyes and let my hands run over the tones yet my mind is blank no thoughts have room
in my so called empty head it's nothing but the tones that finds their way in to my head and down to my soul
no matter how hard i try to block it.
my desperate tries to make them stop my screams reach deaf ears.
isn't it my turn now? my turn to rule my life, isn't it my life yet?
my words aren't important... as long as i play by your tone you'll be pleased.
watch me this is how i want to live my life, whit no bounds that binds me to this godforsaken place
i want a place were my thoughts can wander freely were the things i say will actually matter
please stop screaming!!! my head can't take the pressure.
just give me an glimpse of freedom just give me a bit of air.
open my cage and I'll be free and the last thing you'll see is the person you said i should be...
please reviwe!!! i'll be really good of you do:p