as a child, i was reclusive.
as a child, i was abused.
as a child, i was hiding.
as a child, i was hurt.

i understand what happened,
i understand it's bad.
i understand that i'm not okay,
but it still makes me so fucking sad.

i try everyday to stay awake,
to keep away from the forever dream,
but i cant seem to stay away,
even if i scream.

that dream, that dream, oh god, that dream,
her screams, her screams, oh god, her screams.
the wall, so thin,
my ear, so close.

have you ever heard fear,
or anger so pure?
have you ever seen pain,
so hidden, yet shown?

have you ever looked into a mirror,
and not see yourself,
but only that which follows,
forcing you to no help.

the screams, the screams, oh god, the screams.
i want to die, please kill me now,
for i am forever lost behind my eyes,
my window shut so long ago,
so please just let me go.

her screams, her screams.
oh god,
her screams.