They would never understand
They would never take my hand
If they could really see
What is so deep inside of me
They couldn't comprehend
It'd make your hair stand on its end
So many nights I lay awake
Thinking what I really have at stake
Would I be leaving far too much?
Would I regret loosing touch?
How would I do this selfish act?
Would it make much of an impact?
Sometimes I believe it would not
Perhaps it's all part of my plot
I fantasize about the blade
How its calling must be obeyed
I look into the mirror and see a disgrace
Wishing that everything would just fall into place
But I know its not that easy
I'll never find my marchese
Fairy tales don't exist, Paige
I'm too young to feel all of this rage
I try so hard not to write my very last letter
I try so hard to think that this will all get betterOne day, one day.
