Life is a monster, created to kill.
It swallows my happiness until its had its fill.
It leaves me a shell of dark and despair.
Love could save me, but it seems to be nowhere.
Always running with nowhere to hide.
Am I the only one who's breaking inside?
I just want someone to take my hand,
Kiss my lips and truly understand.
I can't listen to songs about happiness and love,
Storybook endings and help from above.
None of that stuff ever happens to me.
I just sit and cry silently, not letting them see.
Just knock donw my barriers and take me in your arms.
Protect me from the world and the knife that harms.
All I want is someone who will grab my wrist,
Tear the razor from my hands and caress my fists.
Not lock me up or pretend to understand.
Is it too much to ask?! I just need a hand!
Tie me to this earth and never let me leave.
Save my soul and make me believe.
Too late, I'm done, I'm saying goodbye.
Well, you can't say that I didn't try...
I would want to live longer...