Where am I?
Where are you...

There, standing,
in front of his canvass rested on it's easel...

Who ever said I could handle anything you threw at...
Who ever said that I'd be OK...

Wait your turn...
Take a breath...

All you hear is the dead silence of blood...
The slight 'tick' of the razor leaving your...

Down to the bottom of my darkness... I fall...
Not sure how to stop...

Standing in the rain...
Staring through the darkness...

Not doing as I am told,
I'm only as free as a caged bird...

Gripping Cold...
Breaking Cloud...

Hearts can love.
Even if they do...

Maybe it's time to be me,
and drop the mask i hide behind...

Freakishly gorgeous,
I stand here in awe...