"Don't trip or crawl; stay standing tall.
Don't slip; you'll fall and lose it all."

Rain, rain, fall on me;
help me grow into a tree.
Beauty's often born from pain
so let it rain, let it rain.

That moment when you close your eyes
is when they start to creep and rise.

When you try to wake, you'll find
they don't just live inside your mind.

"Tick tock" sings the clock;
when will your time come to stop?
Days are numbered so act fast
and know this: you aren't your past.

"Let me..."
"Please don't..."

"...go."

"Lock me
in your gilded cage.
Free me,
let me turn the page."

Slap on the smile
and hold it tight.
Don't let the tears
fall into sight.

For if they do,
remember this:
they'll all judge you
for your weakness.

Take to the sky
defy fear and try
to spread those wings
and dare to fly.

"I wish to fly back to
the simpler days;
back to a place where
my innocence lays."

Keep the masses entertained;
now's your time to be the star.
Show us how well you've been trained
to be the puppet that you are.

The artist paints a picture, a window to his soul.
Gaze into his mirror; it reflects what makes him whole.

"Let me in."
"Let me out."

"I will create the cure that will recreate me."

"Watch them rise into the air.
Try it? No, I wouldn't dare.
That there is the reason you
fail to fly the way they do."

Instructions.
Step 1: Let guilt fill up;
Step 2: Let guilt spill out;
Step 3: Rinse and repeat.

Flipping highs and slipping lows,
when will it end? No one knows.
Take the pill and hang on tight;
soon it will all be alright.