inside of my head is a place most dread, but this place is why im not dead i hide inside and cry on long everlasting nights, escaping hollow dreams and deadly frights i run to my place, my secret hiding space to enter i must bid you in, upon entering you will loose your hearts only grin my space is so shallow to you, but for me, life it puts me through you cannot see through any windows, all doors bolted shut do you think im crazy, or a nut? i live a nice quiet life on the outside, but within i am screaming.
