How does it come to this?
Last night I saw you, In a dream.
It was one of those vivid, shaking dreams... the sort that leaves you a little broken.
Now, my heart hurts. I wish I had one to turn to, to be held or told the truth about my heart...
But I've locked myself in this stone tower. And I hide here undesired.
Still, I give myself these dreams.
It was so strange.. I wanted to hold you so bad. It was so different for us there than it is in this place.
Fear destroys everything.
I sometimes find myself aching just to be able to talk to. Perhaps I am selfish, or stubborn.
But I am what I am.
I carry a savagely broken heart. I hide it from my world, because I am judged and spat on.
In all of that, I am the fool.
I should never have let them steal any of my spirit.
I am the asshole who let them make me cold.
What Ive become is tired and cruel and ugly. You know that I am right.
Only hitting bottom can restore the innocence lost by the sort of path I have taken.
I am on my way down.
It was one of those vivid, shaking dreams... the sort that leaves you a little broken.
Now, my heart hurts. I wish I had one to turn to, to be held or told the truth about my heart...
But I've locked myself in this stone tower. And I hide here undesired.
Still, I give myself these dreams.
It was so strange.. I wanted to hold you so bad. It was so different for us there than it is in this place.
Fear destroys everything.
I sometimes find myself aching just to be able to talk to. Perhaps I am selfish, or stubborn.
But I am what I am.
I carry a savagely broken heart. I hide it from my world, because I am judged and spat on.
In all of that, I am the fool.
I should never have let them steal any of my spirit.
I am the asshole who let them make me cold.
What Ive become is tired and cruel and ugly. You know that I am right.
Only hitting bottom can restore the innocence lost by the sort of path I have taken.
I am on my way down.