I know how it is to hurt all alone
When nightmares hide deep within dreams
And little boys hold all their secrets inside
But, when do I get to scream?
I know what it's like to be silent and brave
And stand still while fingers ream
And fight back the tears, when the night seems so black
But when do I get to scream?
I know what it's like to make yourself numb
And pretend you have great self-esteem
To live someone's life whom you don't know at all
Who smiles through his urges to scream.
And when I am dead and they open me up
They will find things were not what they'd seemed
For the child and the man and the demons will fly
Out of me, with a deafening scream.
I'm healing now, and I wasn't sure I would.