I believe in every word I speakAnd I believe that love is not for the weakI believe that passion can consume, like a fire left to bloom And I need you to understand That this pen, I hold in my hand When I put it to paper, I'm bleeding my soul onto the pageIn an ink as dark as my past And it's okay to be lost  Just let me wander aimlesslyI don't need to be savedI don't need to be proven wrong I can't sleep at nightWhen these demons wrap their hands around my neck They make their way into my bedAnd I never see them coming The shadows dance off the wallsAnd I can't tell what's real and what's in my headWhat if it's all in my head But these monsters manifest themselves in the words I use To show you that I'm not empty inside It's in these darkest of nights when I bleed myself onto a page that I truly feel alive  I'm sick of this placeAnd I wish I could wear a maskBecause I'm sick of my own faceI wish I could shut out the worldBecause I'm sick of my own race You're trying hard not to let me inWhile I'm here fighting To feel comfortable in my own skin And no this bottles not the answerIt won't catch me if I fallIt's just a hollow work of art But it beckons and I want to heed it's callCan we survive in this apocalyptic time Knowing that love has touched our hearts Or are we doomed to live a life of solitude Forever drifting apart What would you say If I told you, if I told you I don't wanna fall awayI don't wanna fall away from you  I haven't lived a glamorous lifeBut at least I know I've lived If I were to die tomorrowI'd have nothing left to give I've dodged bullets, and desires, and broken hearts I've ruined friendships, desecrated my own dreams, and failed at fresh starts I've lived, and loved, laughed, and criedAnd I have nothing left to fear, if tomorrow I felt like I needed to say goodbye But these shadows continue to chase meAnd my ghosts will forever haunt meBut I refuse to let my past define who I am inside, or who I'm trying to be But these monsters manifest themselves in the words I use To show you that I'm not empty inside It's in these darkest of nights when I bleed myself onto a page that I truly feel alive