I feel like screaming,
But I've tried,
It's not working,
And I might have just died.
I wanna yell,
And curse at the top of my lungs,
But from somewhere I hear a bell,
And it reminds me of a song once sung.
I wanna pound my fists against the wall,
And bang my head until it breaks,
But I know that after it all,
I still won't have what it takes.
I wanna burn down the building,
And the empty land beside,
My house is not a home,
And I feel empty inside.
I wanna go on a killing spree,
And stain my clothes red,
Because I might just fell free,
If I make a few people dead.
But then the bell chimes,
And I'm reminded once again,
That I am still human,
And probably still sane.
I wanna cut loose,
And do what I want,
But I know the moment I do,
I won't survive because I can't.
I want to experience love,
And die in his arms,
But I know it won't be true,
For fickle is the heart.
I know dreams don't always come true,
And disappointment is part of life,
But for once! Just once!
I want it to be you.
You, a hero, my hero,
The one who will come and save me from it all;
The one who can chase away my fears and gives me comfort;
The one who isn't afraid to admit his short-comings: good, bad and all;
But this is not a fairytale,
And happy endings don't exist,
I wish, oh how I wish!
That dreams do come true.
But I hear the bell ring again,
And I'm brought back to reality,
Dreams are meant to be left alone,
For that's what makes them special.
