I met a stranger once, he told me to work on the pain
Spoke to my mother once, she told me everything will be okay
A victim for the pack, running away but I slack
One misstep and I'll forver be stuck between the cracks

Like the pictures in my head
Like the silent whispers singing on the walls
Chased throughout the year, another one to fear
I guess this is who I am

Color my heart and touch the spark
Carry my torch in the dark
I'm not allowed to cut the strings
From everything beneath my skin

I guess this is who I am