I met a stranger once, he told me to work on the pain Spoke to my mother once, she told me everything will be okay A victim for the pack, running away but I slack One misstep and I'll forver be stuck between the cracks Like the pictures in my head Like the silent whispers singing on the walls Chased throughout the year, another one to fear I guess this is who I am I guess this is who I am Color my heart and touch the spark Carry my torch in the dark I'm not allowed to cut the strings From everything beneath my skin Color my heart and touch the spark Carry my torch in the dark I'm not allowed to cut the strings I guess this is who I am