I was walking, walking fast.Inside my Savage Garden.Life and Death were fighting. I was tied to a hard rock.
I was cut by life's hard plastic and burned by death's cold ice.I was pulled under the water.It stabbed me like 1000 knifes.
I was thrown into the heavens,But the devil brought me down.Hearing screams melodic.
Seeing ever saddening frowns.
I was stuck right in the middle.
Why did they fight for me?
The dark tried to tell me, that it would take away my pain, and so my heartbeat to wards it.
Since that day Ive been insane.
The light is always where I return, but oh the light it scars.
Especially when I'm happy and I'm thrown back in the dark, And yet I still do struggle between both life and death.
But the thing that I'm not sure of is, Why haven't I given up yet?
