I'm weak to the bone
and I'm vulnerable at the heart...
The forest of pain,
with creatures of the night...
Ahead of me...
a dark light will shine on me...
I feel the madness
crowding my mind...
I live inside my own dreams,
where things are never what they seem...
Stab my heart
tear my skin...
Sitting in depression.
Feeling utterly alone...
I feel isolated
no pain no fears...
Do you believe in demons?
Well explain this to me...
I want to scream
I want to be me...
Here i am in my dream staring at the wall
trying to be tall...
In 1893 in a quite little Inn
slept soundly a peaceful little girl...