“Monsters are only as real as the stories that grant them life. And they only live for as long as we tell those tales.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Hunting Prince Dracula
I've been around, heard all the stories you said you never told
You're used to speaking in tongues to feel like you're in control
Now you've got nowhere to run, now you've got nowhere to go
I need a little room to breathe
You're making this hard for me
When all I need is to be set free
I need a little time to think
And if you ever will love me
Then all I need is a little room to breathe
I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake
A smile, a laugh everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with
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