I know that they said that life isn’t fair
But honestly, sometimes I really don’t care
I just want to feel like I may be enough
When I cry and the whole world looks at me says, “tough”
When I try and I try and I still can’t succeed
Whether money or love or the home that I need
When the mirror I’d rather shatter than look
When I can’t close my eyes and I can’t read a book
Cause my brain is insane and commits foul play
Every night, every thought, every word, every day
And the escape that I knew is now falling through
And my world along with it is crumbling too
How do I let go
I fall and still I know
That I will not fall beneath
What my parents built for me
I won’t fall far from this ol’ family tree
And we carry on like the story’s old
Continue as if the story’s told
Climbing higher and higher still
Hoping someday that I will
Be more than just me
Be more than just
An oxygen thief
They say to look forward don’t stare at the past
But how do I look through the fire and ash
When the people around me are silencing still
And society thrives on the thrill of the kill
When my future I thought was laid out in stone
But the cat and the hatter are all overthrown
When Alice is falling with nowhere to go
When the lion and scarecrow become mortal foes
Are you blind, do you see?
Turn the lock, twist the key, brand new fate, silent scream (7/12)
Try it now, you’ll agree
Break the cage, set it free, broken glass, broken wings
Can you tell? The debris?
We’re the end
you and me
How do I let go
I fall and still, I know
That I will not fall beneath
What my parents built for me
I won’t fall far from this ol’ family tree
And we carry on like the story’s old
Continue as if the story’s told
Climbing higher and higher still
Hoping someday that I will
Be more than just me
Be more than just
An oxygen thief
They say sticks and stones, but words destroy homes
When the paper and pen come back once again
With a glint in its eye and head to the sky
You’re down on your luck what an unfortunate sight
Cause the house of cards falls all too well
When the builder and friend are both sent to hell
Try quick, turn the page
a new dawn, a new cage, a new sun, a new age, a new life, a new rage
But lift up the blindfold overcome with grief
We were never much more than an oxygen thief
(we were never much more than an oxygen thief)
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