Not holding on anymore to things that eternally drags me
down,
Never letting anyone see me smile again,
Swimming in a sea of pain and anger until I drown,
Never here and never there.

The calm before the storm,
The wrong before the right,
The cold kills the warmth,
The anger that burns bright;
Seeing before other sees,
The pain before the wound,
Sinking ever so deeper.

Want to be in a place where I can't see,
Being something that could never, ever, exist;
And hear stories of all the things that never will be;
Release me from the chains and throw away the locks.

The calm before the storm,
The wrong before the right,
The cold that kills the warmth,
The anger that burns bright;
Feeling what others can't feel,
The cuts that will never heal and forever bleeds;
Sinking ever so deeply inside myself;
Losing ground and out of mind,
The anger that never dies.