Bambi

"...standing at the top of my game
with no passion left to play
by mistakes I make to build conclusions
I have thrown them all away
qustionsmarks are still the same
but have no energy left to scream
is happy endings an mind-made-up-illusion
or nothing just for me, a dream 
could someone please cut the rope
reality have nailed around my lungs
longing for the air we used to share
and the way you faught my tounge
isn't he right, or am I just wrong
have really no energy left to fight
how many wrongs must I have
to finally see something right..."

Excuse the mess, I didn't see you from behind
I caught a glimpse, but the reflection's only mine
It's almost like I'm paralyzed and locked outside myself
What I don't need is to concede because I won't be someone else
I am not perfect and I don't claim to be
And if that's what you wanted
Well then I'm so sorry

How about a better version of, the way that I am
How about a better version that, makes me understand
How about a better version of, the way that I am
The way I look, The way I speak,
How about a better version of me

Excuse the wall, I put it up from time to time
A silver shade, and the design is all mine
It's just a maze that everyday I seem to be stuck in
It never seems to fade away but I pray for the day it ends

I am not perfect and I don't claim to be
And if that's what you wanted
Well then I'm so sorry

Better version - Shinedown

"...I'm all out of advices, I don't know how to play this game
I used to know all these rules, but somehow it's not the same
Some things confuses me, like a personal labyrinth in my head
so if I can miss myself, I wonder, why am I not dead?
Something holds me back, feels like myself have begun to fade
so I ask the mirror; "am I hiding the real me behind my charade?"..."

"...do you care about the moments that pass you by
the ones that could kiss your face if you would let them try
moments is all we have to remember every day
a second, a minute an hour blows your life away
so if I for once could shut my mouth and focus just on me
maybe I could try something new, and maybe I'll be free..."

"...I know a thousand words can't explain
even if a million words would remain
I know one word could take my pain
But I rather pretend that I'm immortal..."

"...locked, trapped, catched, cracked
and no particular words of my own
my body aches of all the scars I bring
but never will I show
All the "hows' " and the "whys' " are choking me
and all the "nos' " and the " sorrys' " is like air
sometimes my body shrieks, sometimes
my mind agree that once i need to care
My black heart goes deeper than I could ever guess
like pain beneath my chest, and its thorns around the soil
my eyes are unfaithful, the voice unsecure
and my life have really no control
an addiction to your lure
and a step that may went wrong
it make my throut burst in disgust
wishing it was gone
the hurting becomes automatical
the screams is always there
and between those lines I wonder
shouldn't it be more to bear
Locked, trapped, catched, cracked
and no particular words of my own
it's painful to see clearly
that you'd be better off alone..."