I stand out here on my own, my hands are getting cold, but the night is not scary anymore; I know you're waiting for me at home. The devils saying I don't belong, they only live inside my head, I keep keeping them warm, but you're right to say I haven't discovered them yet in the real world. I said don't give me hope because I tend to live on it; it's never felt so real, and I know it isn't. All I want to do is give the news, say I did what I was going to do, my life starts now, the odds you never believed, did you? I've lived on the brink of a rainbow for so long, you don't even know. Don't wake me yet, I feel like dreaming a little more.