I can feel the panic rising,
beginning in my heart.
This was my life for fourteen years
and now i must depart.

For even those with hearts of gold
will lose their grip sometimes
the best of us will hit the ground
and angels cross the line.

Saints arent always saintly,
the gods will make mistakes,
and in this crazy, messed up world
sometimes it's best to hate.

So close all the dark curtians,
lock the doors, turn out the light,
Pray that no-one heard my screams
echoing through the night.

And pray that come tomorrow
all the scars will dissapear,
and no-one will have noticed
that your motives are unclear.

My lips are sealed together
by the glue of broken dreams,
My feet and hands imobilized
by love ripped at the seams.

I am blinded by the hatred,
I am defend by the lies,
and even though my screams are loud
dosent mean you hear my cries.

So hold on to that tiny peice
of hope you have, somehow,
and let it take you somewhere
because I'm leaving as of now.