Cold wind blows, Stealing all innocence The fall. Revealed all it took from me
All is said. There's nothing more To prove, to spare. A second thought An image of a dream I will replace and hide
Inside I'm a strom. I will break to hold on I love with the thought of possession I'm eager to please. So much I decieve I love with the thought of possession
All feels wrong When you're away from me The thought. That nothing is what it seems
No escape, I cannot fight. To be, to blame. I'm left behind. An image of a dream I will foget, I hide.