Moulded Pain — Madrigal

i hide from truth living in denial caught in a dream afraid of waking see through tears uncried and forgotten someone save me ... save me from myself

i'd rather die true than live a lie open eyes and open wrists i face... the truth...

the higher i climb the deeper i fall a downward spiral to my destruction my own mind is my prison is this the way... the way it has to end...?

i'd rather die true than live a lie open eyes and open wrists i face... the truth...

see through tears uncried and forgotten see through tears

in a crowd but all alone isolated by myself left alone with my own pain moulded by my own hands...