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Is it a fear of falling or is my heart afraid to fly
Am I a dream afraid to wake who never leaves the wandering eye
Could I be a seed beneath the dirt that just can?t seem to grow?
Maybe I?m a serpent born of poisoned spit and blood that?s cold
I smash the mirror with my fist and suddenly I multiply
A rainbow in my stomach turns to black just as the blood has dried
I become reflected splintered pieces of my alibi
Angels weep within my stride are grasping at my heels to guide

Is it my soul afraid of dying that never really learns to live?
Can my faith be weighed and measured if I am void of love to give
Could my heart be so afraid to break it learns to live alone
Maybe I am shadowed far beneath the bloody flesh and bone
I transcend myself adapting to a code that helps me to forget
All the pain of others caused yet somehow I feel no regret
So I become an aimless ghost that lives inside a hollow shell
A promise that cannot be made
An echo in a wishing well
A footprint left the breaching whale
The dying Sun
A vapor trail
My dizzy head in circles as I spin again to chase my tail

Is it my fear of changing that has killed the beauty in the truth
Could it be the child in me had died somewhere from the abuse
Maybe this is why my hands are empty at the offering
The skin I shed and left behind is still alive and suffering
I stab myself with memory shanks to see if I am still alive
A melancholy melody so sad I feel my heart just die
I?m not the one you wanted
I am the wish you waited
I am the sum of all the pain and hate that you created
I light the burning bed
I fill the wishing well