The dark storm clouds over head,
Faded away into the most beautiful bluest sky,
The darkness was extinguished,
The light over took,
Bruised and bleeding,
But look at that I'm still living,
The world's still spinning.
Here's the sunrise I was promised.
I felt like a coward for lowering the blade,
When in actually the blade was nothing more than a restraint.
Who needs a prince,or a hero to fight off the demons?
When I just defeated the demon of death,
I am the hero I've always been looking for.
They say it gets better,
but we never listen do we never listen.
do we?
Because we're so addicted to the pain we cause ourselves,
deny it 'till your face is purple and blue,
better that's a fact,
that will always remain true.
