My Frown

There is a thin line that separates us
From who we are and what we hate
We always cling on too tight
To the very things that hold our fate

We have to run away from good
And hate this love emotion brings
To loathe the very ropes that hold us
The bindings of our puppet strings

I want to run away from life
Into the realm of forgotten dreams
Away from the torment of the knife
That every night makes me scream

Words will float in utter silence
Thoughs will bring you down
You can dream of everything
But in reality you're still wearing my frown