Something Inside.

There is something inside of me
that, when I am not well,
likes to eat me alive
by seeking for things that could put me down even more
little things
because the biggest
they are the queen and king
of this theatre of lies.

The last days I have been in a party of masquerade
ignoring what makes me intensely crying
out loud, for the eyes I need,
to another see and live what I do know
so close
and even closer
like I am right now
and all what I have to hear from the one who lived something alike,
is that I need to go with my face on the wall
with all force
more than I have already did, on my own, oh
you do not know my thoughts
you do not know my feelings
you do not know what I am passing
in this life, in this house of madness
You only want to make your point
every body has a different opinion of things
this is not for you as it is for me
you lived with your mind, with your heart
I am living with it all too -
so equal, as farther -
and all I can say is that
I am going
I need to go

with all my strength through these shattered people.
I will not be one more
I will not be what they crave me to be
This is not me
I create, I live, I observe, I sing, I feel every single thing.
This is my life,
they just do not see it with my eyes and soul.

There is something inside of me
that still believes
it is like some kind of hope
that comes from the inside out
and feeds me when everything is in ruins
put my spirit dancing in the clouds
to survive in this battle here down under
How would they know if they are not in my place, is not it?

As that song says:
I will live to tell.