Tired of being broken.
Tired of being alone.
Seems that no one cares,
they simply throw sticks and stones.
If only they knew the person inside,
this monster I’ve become,
Would they stay?
Would it be better that way?
Or would they turn and run?
The thought of being all alone, really does scare me.
They act like I’m some toy,
they pass around and share me.
I can’t keep living like this, it’s unfair, can’t you see?
It seems no one wants me dead,
but they all want me to flee.
So with this one last request, I pray for you tonight,
don’t turn and leave, don’t be a fool, stay and put up a fight.
For this is foolish what I have done,
but there’s no turning back now.
For this is the time to say good bye…
time to let this flame die.