AT A POINT I THOUGHT MY DAYS OF WRITING POETRY HAD GONE
BUT AGAIN I FIND MYSELF SINGING THE SAME OLD SAD SONG
THE PAIN THE HURTING THE SADNESS AND THE SORROW
BEAUTIFUL SUN RAYS BRIGHT LIKE MY HOPE FOR TOMORROW
THIS VICIOUS CYCLE IT APPEARS I'M DESTINED TO FALL
BECAUSE THERE HAS NEVER BEEN ANY SUCCESS FOR ME AT ALL
IT'S PROBABLY ALL MY FAULT I PUT MY HEART ON THE LINE
SHARP LIKE RAZORS BECAUSE I'VE BEEN CUT ONE MORE TIME
MY BLOOD IS WARM AND SO ARE THE TEARS THAT I HAVE CRIED
EACH WOUND THAT I'VE RECEIVED IS LIKE A MOMENT THAT I'VE DIED
MY POEMS ARE LIKE STORIES IN MY LIFE THAT MUST BE TOLD
THEY ARE ALL EXTREMELY COMMON AND WILL NEVER GROW OLD
THEY ARE STORIES OF LOVE LOST AND NONE ARE MILD
RELATIVELY THE DESTRUCTION OF AN INNOCENT CHILD
MY INNOCENCE DIED THE FIRST TIME THAT I WAS LOST
BUT I VOWED TO HOLD ON TO LOVE NO MATTER THE COST
I GAINED A KING'S WISDOM AND GAINED AN ARMY'S STRENGTH
MY RICHES WERE KNOWLEDGE AND SURVIVAL TO ANY LENGTH
ALL THIS POWER HAS POISONED ME TO THE POINT THAT I LAUGH
I DESTROY WHAT I DON'T WANT AND PROTECT WHAT I CAN'T HAVE
A SLIGHT FORM OF CRUELTY THAT I HAVE LEARNED TO ACCEPT
BUT THERE'S NOTHING IN MY LIFE THAT I HAVE TO REGRET
I'M MORE THAN YOU COULD KNOW MORE STRENGTH THAN YOU'VE SEEN
ONE SUCH AS MYSELF IS ONLY PRESENT IN YOUR DREAMS
I'M THE NIGHTMARE YOU RUN FROM THE PRINCE YOU RUN TO
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN RIGHT HERE BUT YOU JUST NEVER KNEW