Stumbling and crawling out of my mind Need to let go but can’t unwind
All that I've hoped for's dead and gone The winter road is stretching on
Pity I’m living in the dark Should have at least lit me a spark
Sometimes you feel nothing at all Sometimes it burns hot as the sun Sometimes you feel your walls closing in Trying to crush you with layers of guilt Sometimes within you is this empty hole Franticly fill it with memories of old Sometimes you wish that you were dead And as sun goes down you feel nothing but dread