Somewhere is the door, somewhere lies the key.
No one here to comfort me, nothing but the pain.
Alone, and searching for a way to keep sane.
My outside life continues with a happy lie.
But below the painted surface, I crumble and beg to die.
The flame is bright and shining, surrounded by reflecting mirrors;
But begins to lose the glow, when blanketed with tears.
Tired of trying for nothing, in these walls of dirt.
Confined in this place, where there's nothing but hurt.
~Emily Adams
Within your eyes
There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast."
-Jim Henson