Fighting under the night again  
To be heard or to never be seen  
Another dance with the enemy inside  
Lock you out and never feel again

Grinding the gears until they break  
Hold it in and let it consume   
Fake the smile and deny   
Nothing is wrong

The bomb ticks away  
Counting down the time  
Of losing my sanity  
Through the magnetic pulses 

Looked in the mirror   
Seeing the ashes that ruin  
The stained glass window  
That once was beautiful 

If I could learn not to be afraid  
Maybe then I could truly express on how I feel  
Perhaps then I could learn to release my emotions  
And not have to worry what others think

I tend to bottle everything In  
Making sure that I have full control of my emotions  
But It's because that I have held it in for so long  
That I have become a slave to my own emotions

I tend to think of the freedom  
Of what it's like to be free from my own personal hell  
To finally be clear   
Of the storm that rages in my head

Because I know one day  
I will finally understand  
That it's okay to express myself truly   
And know that crying is not a weakness