save me from myself
your face is too familiar - what is that in your eyes?
perhaps you fear some demon, or dream of paradise
how can i feel your movements? when did i read your books?
i dare not see your face now in case i find it looks like mine
there's something wrong - i am not strong - help me this time
'cause i can deal with the slings and arrows
i know that fools never understand
and i'll survive when my palace crumbles
(what do you want when you build in sand?)
i'll take on anything they throw me, only
save me from myself
save me from myself
save me from myself
let me go back to childhood - must find some innocence
my mind keeps whirling, turning, burning, hurting, never ends
i know that roses are dead; i know that violence is true;
i know that sugar rots my brain; god knows what i will do for love
there's something wrong that i must be strong to rise above
yes i can deal with the slings and arrows...
so what are these voices that i hear screaming out to me?
i cannot breathe, i can not speak, they are so loud to me
is this my destiny, my fate, or can i choose?
will i forever hear the blues?
o doctor won't you help me rebuild my self esteem?
there must be drugs to free me from my recurring dream
my hooded friend comes calling; outside the church bell tolls
he smiles a diamond silence, and in his hand he holds a scythe
there's something wrong - i must be strong just to stay alive
oh i can deal with the slings and arrows...
