• I have soo many things I want to say,
    So little time to stop and think.
    All I want to do is scream.

    I'm all alone fighting for a chance, a chance to be...

    Everything I dream of.
    All the thoughts in my head.
    All the hope that I have.
    I just wanna find me.

    Everything I've ever done, has been guarded by a grief stricken king, amid a deity of rulers, who mocked us by our faith. So I ran away from the king and his rulers.
    All alone in a parking lot.
    Hiding, hiding from the light.
    Hiding from the truth.
    Even more now,

    I'm all alone fighting for a chance, a chance to be...

    Everything I dream of.
    All the thoughts in my head.
    All the hope that I have.
    I just wanna find me.

    Running, frightened, like a lost child. Crying and running I trip, and fall into a bush.
    My wrist is bleeding purple blood, ever so slightly.
    Yet, I keep running from the truth. And still I run.

    I'm all alone fighting for a chance, a chance to be...

    Everything I dream of.
    All the thoughts in my head.
    All the hope that I have.
    I just wanna find me.

    The clouds block out thhe sky, just like the tears in my eyes. And what do I see?
    A boy age 16, finest brown hair I've ever seen. Guitar on his back.
    Knees planted on the floor. Pounding the ground with his fists, angered face torn by tears.
    Boy gets up and gets on a motorcylce, he looks at me. I whisper, "Please take me, take me too." Worn face explains his answer.
    So tears poisened with hope as the rebellion in my heart remains strong,
    So for now, I run.

    I'm all alone fighting for a chance, a chance to be...

    Everything I dream of.
    All the thoughts in my head.
    All the hope that I have.
    I just wanna find me.

    But then, I find him.
    Black hair, like me running from the truth, fighting, all alone.
    My hand in his, we fight together. Running not alone anymore.
    But then we realize, we're not running anymore, we're flying.
    Lightning strikes the sky, and it moans with tunder, ever so swiftly, blow after blow.
    He lets go of me, while he continues to fly, watching me fall.
    And then I break impact with reality, the scars hurt more than ever as new wounds are forming. While my heart becomes stronger, so do the scars.
    There is a hole in my heart as I become the grief stricken king, the hole will heal,
    slowly, but it will heal.
    So I can continue on while...

    I'm all alone fighting for a chance, a chance to be...

    Everything I dream of.
    All the thoughts in my head.
    All the hope that I have.
    I just wanna find me.