I waited and I kept...the monster down.
I waited and I slept...through all the nightmares.
I waited and I dreamt...for my prince charming.
And for all the keeping and all the sleeping and all the dreaming...I think I found him.
But the fire still burns...still scorches my skin.
And I'm still waiting to bleed for my sins.
And I punish myself... for not feeling.
And I punish myself for not kneeling.
Not realizing that I could never be something better for you.
I was what I was.
Something that the mirror always reflected back at me.
Laughing at me.
Wanting me to be something that I had no control over.
And it seemed...
As it was...
The tears and the fears of feeling something real...
Of feeling something true...
Were never there.
And I filled the pain with artifical sweetener.
And I filled the hurt with artifical love.
And for a fleeting moment...there in my morphine laced
I.M.A.G.I.N.A.T.I.O.N
I was free.
