I fear the dark
every time I'm locked within your box...
Living in hell
Nothing is well...
I returned home to motherland
where I first learned how to walk...
Touching the ground in a strange yet familiar...
Needing to get some fresh air in my stale lungs...
You can treat me like dirt,
but i don't care anymore...
As i take pen in hand,
i think about all the times...
Chirp oh bird as loud
as you never could...
Sometimes I am the greatest
and sometimes I am the weakest...
You look at the black eye,
Staring back in the mirror...
Hey baby, hey sweetie, you know I love you.
So let me lay this out before you say "I...
Running....
Searching...
I have my reasons to throw a fit
It's not enough to punish my wrists...