A struggling artist

Trying to find my way back home

And though I’ve tried a thousand times

My lungs are begging me to let go

So take my hand and lead me

To what you call the Promised Land

Don’t let my heart get the best of me

Don’t let my head get the best of me

And this time will you draw out the lines

Trace every point on my body that isn’t right

I know that you call me beautiful

I can’t see so please take my hand

Things happen for reasons we can’t understand

I know that this is just a struggle

I’ll paint you a picture of every night

I’ve lived inside of my mind

Or maybe I’ll write some lines of poetry

Please take a listen of what this means to me

I am most vulnerable when you’re not by my side

It’s like you are a piece of me, you were my pride

I am fading away

Please make an attempt to help me stay in place

I am just a ghost, I’m wandering

Don’t shed a tear when you hear me whispering

And I’ll take what is rightfully mine

So open your heart to the boy who says he’s fine

When he’s rightfully not

He’s been kicked and he’s bruised

But he’ll continue to fight

Don’t let his heart get the best of him

Don’t let his head get the best of him

And this time will you draw out the lines

Trace every point on my body that isn’t right

I know that you call me beautiful

I can’t see so please take my hand

Things happen for reasons we can’t understand

I know that this is just a struggle

Let’s pack our things

Let’s set sail

To a place I call Neverland

But I’ll never tell you where it resides

Please close your eyes

I’ll tell you when we get there