When I was little my daddy told me
I'd be okay...

Not quite true
not quite lies...

I am only as much as my emptiest part
Where the cold, brittle fragments remain of my...

I'm not okay and everything hurts
I have no one at my back...

I look for a way out of my self constructed prison
A small crack in the wall of self doubt and self...

Your essence pervades my every thought
It is never enough...

In a room, in a corner
in the dark of the night...

I'm not him, and I'm not me
Through rose-colored glasses, no one can see...

A heart so full it just might burst
My love for you feels like the first...

Smile like you're not hurting
and cry in silent prayer...

No one can understand the feeling
The manic energy...

Held in a cage
made of porcelain promises...