Hit the wall now

 I'm gonna fall

 One more strike and I'm done

 Screw that, you've won

I'm jumping, not falling

This feels better some how

To know in this moment

 I own this, I chose

 It was me who did this

 Who painted the rose

 So that a dull scene

 Could scream beauty

So that your world could have color

What you didn't see

Was the paint

Blood mixed with tears

Red for the brave face

I put on when, I tried to hide,

Tried not to cry

 But they fell in

Streaks of blue hell. Down my face

 Hated, and I end up here

My weird mood brings me,

To this place. Where all I see

Are faces, old places, stained purple

Ghosts of dreams that have died

 My head rises and falls with each stride.

 I don't want to see,

But it's all there in my memory

A bad painting replaced by,

A new dream. Lyrics on patches that stay,

That say what's so hard to say.

That pleads for someone to see

 That this strength doesn't all belong to me.

That the words I write, Are my soul, it’s just writing they say, but it’s painful to change.

It’s just words. The. Most. Painful; lie.

When words are my life

Where I go when I hide,

When I hit the wall,

When I jump rather

Than Let myself fall

These words form a rose

Glued together by hope.

Not all roses are red

There's a garden in my head

Filled with color, with nature.

Filled with the dreams no-one will see. Behind walls I have built

Safeguards to keep secret

The pain in my eyes, we laugh

And it all seems real.

Until I remember, I no longer feel.

The walls are too high,

Even for you. So I jump

Rather than let myself fall

Hoping if it's my fault

You won’t get swept up in it all

If I had the time I'd return

To when there were no bridges

No-one else to burn, no walls

No towering prison cell.

No more streaks of blue hell

And I'd paint a different scene

One where the sky is fluorescent

And the rose's color is real

One where even the man on the ledge, can feel.

Everyone should have the chance to feel

To know their alive

Because even the pain is so real

But these walls make it hard

The light barely passes

There is no way to go back

To re-do what has happened

And maybe I’m crazy,

Scratch that. I know I am

The world in my mind isn’t real

There is no man on the ledge

I know I can feel. But, it’s been so long

Too many nights spent with the same song

Stuck in my head calling insanity

The castle I built is a thinly veiled lie

The one I use to pretend I’m not shy

To push myself up in my own mind

So that I am on a level with those around me

The show I put on, of confidence

Of self-assured swagger.

No one bothers to see it’s a lie

It’s easier to think I don’t cry.

We all see the world in these

Turn-around ways, the faces

And places of all our yesterdays

Make a man who stands on a ledge

But to the real world we stand tall

We never cry, and we don’t fall

The edge of the world

Is another grand adventure

To everyone whose man remains on a ledge

What lies below is all in our heads

These are our secret lives the ones that nobody will see

The ones that lie under lock and key

Hidden amidst our memories.