Stranger Inside Me
Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl; it feeds on loneliness and creates emptiness.
Trapped! Inside my own mind, it came to be this isolation that I am.
With nothing but my own desolated dreams to comfort me.
Gray shadows haunt and torment, tortured emptiness builds a home.
Why? Why does this happen to me? I asked myself so many times.
I know the pain of the madman; He lives inside of me.
I feel him taking more power over my mind, body, and soul.
I can only look to myself to find out the way it all began.
This confusion, constant hunger for something more than I see, feel.
I've felt the strength of demons and the limitation of self-preservation.
And I see the hope. Hope. How do I grasp the hope?
I sense that I am locked away inside of myself; I glimpse my mind slipping away.
Precious minds are a shame to desecrate; Memories are forgotten in haste.
Confusion feeds like a savage inside me, nothing considered worthy remains.
Could it be that I am empty or maybe gone astray?
Could it be that I am lonely, or seek happiness at any expense?
I am misplacing all that is me . . . Yet growing into something entirely different.
A deepening sea of nowhere consumes and eats away at every connecting thread.
Comforts me like a best friend would and loves me like I am its child. Am I its child?
An innocent, little monster ready for its teachings, ready to do what is told to me?
Believing all that is said, taking in all, and living off of my desolated dreams.
This never ending something that I am, that is living deep inside my mind,
Portrays the illusion of me alone, exiled, different and all I have to hide.

Stranger Inside Me
Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl; it feeds on loneliness and creates emptiness.
Trapped! Inside my own mind, it came to be this isolation that I am.
With nothing but my own desolated dreams to comfort me.
Gray shadows haunt and torment, tortured emptiness builds a home.
Why? Why does this happen to me? I asked myself so many times.
I know the pain of the madman; He lives inside of me.
I feel him taking more power over my mind, body, and soul.
I can only look to myself to find out the way it all began.
This confusion, constant hunger for something more than I see, feel.
I've felt the strength of demons and the limitation of self-preservation.
And I see the hope. Hope. How do I grasp the hope?
I sense that I am locked away inside of myself; I glimpse my mind slipping away.
Precious minds are a shame to desecrate; Memories are forgotten in haste.
Confusion feeds like a savage inside me, nothing considered worthy remains.
Could it be that I am empty or maybe gone astray?
Could it be that I am lonely, or seek happiness at any expense?
I am misplacing all that is me . . . Yet growing into something entirely different.
A deepening sea of nowhere consumes and eats away at every connecting thread.
Comforts me like a best friend would and loves me like I am its child. Am I its child?
An innocent, little monster ready for its teachings, ready to do what is told to me?
Believing all that is said, taking in all, and living off of my desolated dreams.
This never ending something that I am, that is living deep inside my mind,
Portrays the illusion of me alone, exiled, different and all I have to hide.