Safety
have you ever felt like you were in a hurricane?
or losing a fight that wasn't a fight after all?
or feeling those feelings that aren't your's to feel?
drowned by the weight of the world and caught in its spinning wheel?
they'll say that you're not alone
they'll say that you're not the only one
but how do they know how it feels?
how can they tell you it's not real?
until they've...felt for themselves what its like to have you world cave in
suffocate on the words you can't say to the people you love and who love you most
they can't tell you that you're wrong
they can't tell you that you need to be strong
because they don't know how it feels to see the light you need to be alright
but not be able to reach, for safety
have you ever wished for something bad to happen?
cause pain is all that you know how to feel?
Guilt comes with the joy and comfort the darkness you appeal?
they'll say that you're not alone
they'll say that you're not the only one
but how do they know how it feels?
if they say it was never really real?
cause it feels so real
they need to see for themselves how it feels to be stuck in a glass box
everyone that you love is standing around
watching the world that you built burn to the ground
and as you run out of air, they say "we'll always be there"
because they don't know how it feels to see the light you need to be alright
but not be able to reach, for safety
and eventually
its like one, two, three
you'll wave that flag
let somebody in
and you'll keep telling yourself
its just a matter of time
before they see inside
and go to run and hide
from the skeletons
you hide with pride
cause for once you tried
to see the light inside
and reach for safety
how does it feel?
to know it was real?
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