I'm tired of being scared.
I'm frightened by all my fears.
I'm afraid to let go of things that are dear.
I'm always feeling alone
As if I weren't even known
You may call this angst,
but to me, it's hurting pain.
I sit on the floor against my bed.
Just hoping and wishing that I were dead.
I'm surrounded by anger and hatred
As the watchers kick and sedate me.
I'm covered in scars as hard as it is to believe.
As I wear The Mask to keep them from being seen.
Just give me something, something I need.
Just give me new wings so I can fly free.
I'm waiting so patiently,
As I cry hard in my sleep.
I can only imagine how it must feel.
To be a bird soaring over a flower-covered field.
My wings are clipped and weighed down by thoughtless guilt.
Guilt for myself for not being able to get help.
I scream quietly as you pass me by.
You don't turn to notice me, as if I'm just a dead fly.
I can't help but be selfish and want to be free.
I'm sorry I want to die and I'm sorry I want to fly and I'm sorry, God!
I'm sorry I can't be strong enough to help myself!
And I'm sorry I can't help but cry..
Just give me something, just give me new wings so I can fly.
