You strum my strings
If I pluck on your heartstrings
Will you strum on mine?
I don't want to feel dead anymore
I'm not afraid anymore
Tonight I'm breaking out
Of this old haunted house
The ghosts of the past
Haunt my every step
Someone measures every move I make
All the way to point B from point A
And I must please them
I must be perfect
Fix your posture
Fix your hair
Pull out your music and sit
Chat and make nice, these are your friends
I don't like reality
Thank goodness I don't live there
It's a lovely place,
But wouldn't you rather
Visit a ruby redwood tree?
Or meet climbing velvet ivy?
Strong, smart, pretty
Weak, crying, broken
Which would you like today, madame?
The truth or a lie?
How about both?
I'm fine
I'm lying
As pain is to me like you were to her
I will be the newest angel
You go save galaxies
I'll wait right here
Until you soar back to me
Let me grab the tickets
I'll be Bonnie
You be Clyde
We can steal the snow
And build a snow house
With no ghosts
And easy escape
We can escape
Let me pack my things
Let me shake off the dust
And break the chains
We'll escape