Dragging me down to hell
But I want to go down the wishing well.

I want to be free,
I just want to be me.

They tell me not to cry,
That she will go,
But this voice I hear isn’t mine,
I know within time,
Shell over take my mind.

There’s nights I sleep,
There’s nights I cry,
There’s nights I just want to die,
But in the morning the sun always shines.

After a while you get used to the pain,
Of hearing a horrid voice each day,
This pain always feels the same,
Just makes me colder each day.

Want to give up, but don’t want to leave,
Trying to stop my internal bleed.