Hurt

Should I wake up when I'm falling apart?
Should I smile wide when they're breaking my heart?
Why don't you see that I'm wasting my time
with a life of delusions and there is no way out?

Running away from the people I'm scared
They tore me apart, they represent my end
They don't think it's weird for the chances I take
I'm giving my life to people I defend.

It's the same every time that I try to stand up
There's always somebody who's making me fall
And chains and handcuffs bound me to the floor
I'm trying to fly but I just cannot go.

And music's the only thing that can heal
my mortal wounds which I think they're not real
The melodies ease my pain and my fears
The voices that make me believe it's surreal.