Maybe today will be my day to fly Hold the hands of the fairies caress their wings in the sky Maybe today will be my day to die Hold the hands of the reaper caressed with deaths dark sigh When i look in the mirror I want to hang my head an cry Im afraid to see any clearer She calls for the nightmares the darkness comforts her mind the man in the moon, by her side They pull her strings she bends her knees they pull her strings she cant say why The push her they pull her they hurt her they chase her The child in her head understands She screams silently, nowhere to hide why do they kill her with demands She sees a man, whos broken inside She reaches out to calm his desire Her arms fall, its him she cant find She strikes out blindly in pain no one understands her thoughts They point and say she is insane They pull her strings she bends her knees they pull her strings she cant say why The push her they pull her they hurt her they chase her She is lost to this world she is gone from here she cant say why But still they cry
