don't really know if this qualifies.. but oh well..
Robert Rumery - Amy Lee
Amy Lee,
what went down in your head,
saying things no one ought to say,
thinking things that nobody should say,
I try to turn away from you,
I try to turn you off,
like a bad television show,
but you and your voice,
they draw me back in,
like a kid on the street trying to escape a life of crime,
I can hear your voice calling to me,
it winds inside of my head,
in a repated vision,
taking all my hatred for life and vision,
and you take it all and ball it up,
and make it yours,
and you make it mine,
Amy Lee,
whats in your mind,
and what are you? Just another tortured soul,
that has fallen victim to societys ways,
what are you? and who are you?
I don't know who you are,
just that I hear your voice inside of my head,
calling me,
wanting me,
telling me what I ought to be,
a generation of pain that was ought to be,
a rock musican that took the pains of society,
and made it hers,
now were talking about suicide and depression,
and you made it your sucidial tornquet,
and you Brought Me Back To Life,
would it be wrong or would it be right,
if I wanted to be like you tonight,
influence a generation of rockers,
that couldn't deal with their emotions,
infleunced a generation to speak there minds,
with music and their emotions,
Amy Lee,
I still don't know who you are,
or why I still hear your voice inside of my head,
but I know one thing its the voice I yurn for,
the voice that keeps me sane in my darkest hours,
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