I tried my best to keep quiet To keep my head held down To wear a smile and pretend I’m fine To convince the world around me That I’m not sick and tired of being afraid Of waking up and having to live another day trapped in these surroundings With a permanent mask sewn to my face Sometimes I feel like I’m dead to this world Like I faded out years ago, but I will not let the rain wash me away “Dear father this is all I have” I know it’s not much, but at least it’s something Underneath the skin, behind the dirt and grime Hides a lost scared kid, a forced fed child From a broken home with no place else to go Left out to dry in the bitter cold We keep our heads buried beneath the sheets, sins pushed under our beds Skeletons living in our closets, cold breath fogging up the pains of glass We all have our fears, they stay carved in our minds Keeping us from sleep, keeping us from moving on Sometimes I feel like my purpose on this earth Is to be a never ending example A constant display of what it’s like to constantly fail “Dear mother, this is all I have” I know it’s not much but at least it’s something This is my life in black and white I can’t say I love it, but at least it’s better than nothing They call it a gift, make of it what you will Once the chord is cut and the basket is filled the nightmare begins We all have our fears, they stay carved in our minds Keeping us from sleep, keeping us from moving on They call it a gift, make of it you will So precious, so innocent, so clean, so frail Once the chord is cut and the basket is filled, the story begins As the pages pile up, the more the weight that weighs down And there’s only one way out Straight through hell