[Storyteller.]

All that I'm living for,
all that I'm dying for,
all that I can't ignore,
alone at night.

I can feel the night beginning;
separate me from the living,
understanding me,
after all I've seen,
piecing every thought together.
Find the words to make me better.
If I only knew how to pull myself apart.

I believe that dreams
are sacred.
Take my darkest fears
and play them
like a lullaby,
like a reason why,
like a play of my obsessions.
Make me understand the lesson
so I'll find myself,
so I won't be lost again.

Guess I thought I'd have to
change the world
to make you see me,
to be the one.
I could have run forever,
but how far would I have come
without mourning your love?

Should it hurt to love you?
Should I feel like I do?
Should I lock the last open door?
My ghosts are gaining on me.