Oh I never will admit that it still hurts me

I can't let myself believe I'm not ok.

I'll keep running from my memories, but they'll catch me.

And like the mocking sun, I'll rise again each day.

That this battle rages on, in truth, astounds me

For I've fought so many demons my knife is dull

Yet when it seems that they have all pressed in around me

They become the sea, and I, the mighty hull.

Oh this mask I wear some day will not define me

And the beauty of my face will shine at last

And someday I'll turn and face the ghost that haunts me

Someday when I'm no longer tethered to my past.