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.