It's too much It's too much It's not too much So far from the young creature kid Held up in her bedroom, drawing and dreaming I died over and over Performing countless times for my pretend audience Writhing and clawing under the monotony of the hills Their protection bored me, I longed for the dark woods of the world But the knot in my stomach ties me to safety Don't disappoint Don't over do Don't die Like, really die I could never believe anything beyond this moment here The future is not for me to imagine Forward, forward Always forward