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Dreaming Of The End
Through blackened skies I've thought of flying,
Breathing in the smokey air and coughing blood,
Through the rain no one could see me crying,
Since the beginning I've been dreaming of the end.
Since my crown crushed itself against the womb,
I felt the pain and I wanted it to stop,
I was already picturing my casket tomb,
My mind was never as innocent as people thought it to be.
Growing up watching everyone that passed me by,
Studying and hating and cringing inside,
I thought I would never transform but it was a lie,
I turned into what I tried so hard not to become.
I grew up strong but somewhere I fell,
All I could do was cut and bleed,
It wasn't for attention so I didn't tell,
I was figured out and now I'm in a padded cell.
Now all I want is for this to come to a finish,
Planning my escape with no one to help me,
Try to escape with nothing more than a blemish,
To be free and smell the garbage once again.
Through blackened skies I've thought of flying,
Breathing in the smokey air and coughing blood,
Through the rain no one could see me crying,
Since the beginning I've been dreaming of the end.
