Every night a creepy creature from a dark enchanted lake
Crawls to me and eats my brain, and bites, and licks it,
And it feels like my existence is a terrible mistake,
But I never will be brave enough to fix it.
Every day I keep on smiling and pretend to be alright –
Well, sometimes I really am but mostly fake it,
And of course there is some way to end the pain and free my mind,
But I never will be strong enough to make it.
So it all begins again when no one hears my silent screams,
And the monster is right here to drain my power.
Then I'm finally asleep and watching sweet and charming dreams,
Waking up is such a drag, whatever hour.
Now my vision's mostly gray, I know that might last hella long,
But my soul is still alive with hope within it.
At the point when tears are drained I go and write another song,
And someday I will be good enough to sing it.
Yes, someday I will be good enough to sing it.