Down the stairs I walk
This yelling I cannot take
My ears burn
From all the harsh
Things thrown.
Out the door I leave
I cannot be who you wish
I was.
My eyes sting
With the tears
I've cried.
Cross the park I run
Blindly screaming at myself
For you.
My hands, they bleed
Scratched by your
Into the home of the dead I glide
Watching all the haunting
My heart cries
For the one who knows me
The full moon.