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Scared of what I heard
Scared of what I saw
Scared of all the people
Who like to watch me fall.


Scared about my future.
Sick about my past
Scared of all the things
They promised that would last.


Scared of being me
Scared of losing him.
Scared of what I'm seeing
When the lights go dim..

Scared to scream
And too scared to run
He's standing over me
"Don't worry you'll have fun"

A doll held by her strings
made to dance with her puppeteers whims,
no control of her own life
just made to move to what others want,
silently she cries at night.

Kept on a shelf out of the way
until they want her to dance again,
left to her heartbreak and bitter tears,
feeling lost and hurt and lonely
with the bitter taste of being used.

A beautiful girl that feels hollow inside
struggling to hold it all together,
another hit to her fragile confidence,
another rejection from the one that she loves,
crying herself to sleep.

Knowing shes coming close to the edge,
you can only cry so much
before you just can't cry anymore,
she can only be strong for so long
before she finally cracks from the weight.

The world spinning around
so fast you just can't keep up,
disappointments hitting so hard
they bring you to your knees,
the tears slowly burning through you.

Time crawls so cruelly slow,
loneliness gets deeper and more painful,
you smile in spite of the tears in your eyes
and try telling yourself that your strong
because you've held on this long already.

Looking back you wonder where your life went,
how you managed to do the things that you did,
memories still cut like a razor,
like a knife stuck straight through the heart,
laughing in grim satisfaction.

I've spent my time
With drowsy eyes
Just to escape
My nightmares lies

The twisted thoughts
Of a subdued mind
Bring forth creatures
Of a terrifying kind

They follow trains
of forgotten thought
and dig up memories
better left forgot

But they grasp the world
find reality
a nightmare awake
for me to see

And though I try
To stay awake
Another victim
Nightmares take

Crayola crayons of every colour
But I can't see anything but grey
The colours are melting together
And my sailboat's floating away

My blood-sugar is higher than Everest
And my vision's like a tunnel
The black's closing in upon me now
I'm feel I'm falling into a well

The pictures, they all talk to me
Their eyes are filled with laughter
I can't hear the things they say
But I know it's me they're after

I can see the stars about now
They're scratching my moon's face
They hate him just as much as they hate me
His sands bleed to the black of space

I think I'm crying but I don't know
I can't see anything
There's something happening in my ears
They steam and then they ring

Crayola crayons of every colour
And I can't see anything but grey
The colours are melting together
And my sailboat's floating away