• You ask me for a story
    But how do I tell the tale
    Of a simple, sad and lonely girl
    Trapped in her own living hell?
    You look at me and see a smile
    So everything must be alright
    But it's only there for a little while
    Or until you pass from sight
    How can you know the pain in my heart
    The endless wounds that I'm forced to hide?
    I can feel myself being torn apart
    And shredded from the inside
    In my head I wonder
    What lies beyond these prison walls
    Perhaps a world of distorted reality
    Where the voices in my head are just a raven's calls
    I sit alone and listen as
    He begs me to take a chance with you
    And I merely respond by asking
    If what I'm feeling for you is true
    Is this just another passing fancy?
    Is it possible that you could actually be real
    Or is this, in fact, a waking nightmare
    Where nothing is quite as it seems?