Ascending

Cut me deep

Take my dreams turn them into what you need

(Wasn't me)

Losing sleep

Spent too long feeling grief

Mental disease can't be all that's wrong with me

I'm still searching for a cure

I've put my demons all to rest the ones I held so dear

I've got some secrets on my chest that still brings me tears

Is there hope to find a home again without such remorse

A sense of feeling safe at last until they locked the doors