So now the devil's in my soul.
So consumed in all your doom, trying hard to fill the emptiness.
When my parents fought, I'd run up to my room, put on The Sound of Music, open the window and sing out. My voice was my escape. I saw it as a way out.
People expect me to cry, but I always laugh when things go wrong.
I like to be as free as possible at all times.
People that fel alone or outcast that hurt, kids that feel bullied or lost, remember that you have a voice and you should use that voice to survive and persevere.