The Verdict
by Melanie

The court's in session, the verdict's now in.
The time has come to pay for my sin.
Bound in shackles, torn with pain,
And in my heart still remains,
Rage, hatred, bitterness, oppression,
Worldly things that caused my depression.
Until I decided I wanted no more tomorrow,
Too much had happened, too much sorrow.
Run away from this place,
You have made your life a disgrace.
There is nothing left inside,
Not even a bit of self-image or pride.
Another world for me, they say it's in my head,
But in my heart, I'm already dead.

Watchful eyes, hypocritical words.
My heart grows cold, the pain begins to burn.
After the wound heals, the scar still remains.
After the bleeding, the blood still stains.

Solitude's the verdict, which is good for me,
Not to poison my loved ones, for they'll never see,
I'm my worst enemy, but only friend,
But I'll find the strength to fly again.