When the feeling comes, the relief of telling you everything about it.

That is when I realise, how I'm carrying everything inside

scared to death to make it real in life.

But the feeling is fake.

There are so much to carry, too much to hide,

the bag aint big enough for even half of it.

Still you cannot as much as imagine how I feel.

You are blind to my scars, you are blind to my suddenly sad eyes,

and my ways of letting you down.

Calling me a princess, only makes me the witch.

Singing me praises, will never fix a thing.

I am leaving you now, I am going my way.

But follow me and I will stay.