Drowning in Ophelia

Drowning in Ophelia

Can you read between the lines of my mad songs.
Can you find the words hidden from first sight.
Can you see the tears I do not dare to cry.
Would you believe I can be saved before I die.

For the world told me they do not understand me.
They roll their eyes and whisper that I'm insane.
They say that I remind them of Ophelia and I'm humming,
Wearing my hat on my shoulders to remind me of Summer.

Ophelia, this madness from a oppressing world,
You understand what I mean, do you not?
The day unfurled.

And she whispers:
Kill me erase me,
Could you just kill me?
Could you at least do that?
Would you kill me to save me,
To save me from myself?

Beauty is only skin deep is what they once said,
But I keep on scratching deeper and deeper
Until I wear my pretty blood on the foundations of the outside
And your words and affirmations grow like a cancer inside.

Ophelia, you said, would be my name.
But unlike her, I do not know how to break the silence.
I do not know how to play the game.

And she whispers:
Kill me erase me,
Could you just kill me?
Could you at least do that?
Would you kill me to save me,
To save me from myself?

And I whisper:
Kill me erase me,
Could you just kill me?
Could you at least do that?
Would you kill me to save me,
To save me from myself?

But in all those centuries, nothing has changed.
There is still a war within our heads
That people want us to battle in silence.
For it would be better if we woke up dead
Than that we dare to break our invoked chains
And tell the world what is really happening.
And tell you can't pin the blame on us.
But no one will be ready for that reckoning.
So we keep ourselves, lying defeatedtly over there.
And you ask us why we won't get up and why we don't care.
I care too much, I care too much, I care too much.

And I whisper:
Kill me erase me,
Could you just kill me?
Could you at least do that?
Would you kill me to save me?
To save me from myself,
Ophelia.