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I've opened up my scars, |
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I've released my past life |
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I've surrendered to a rain that speaks of a coming storm |
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Looking back, did |
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I ever know how to look at life and how to appreciate it? |
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Guess I was lost in a time of taking things for granted and not looking around |
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I was lost in myself, oh, so lost in myself |
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So today I'm left on my own, my recent days have all been the same |
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My sanity will soon be consumed by this loneliness |
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I'm lying in bed, going out of my head |
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I'm lying in bed, going out of my head |
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I'm lying in bed, going out of my head |
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I'm lying in bed, going out of my head |
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Standing at the door to a place of my own |
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I will not ask of you, what you asked of me |
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I'll hide away from all the reaching hands |
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So that my past will remain untold |
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I don't need your helping hands |
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I'm sure I will find my way back |
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Like a raging storm, my past keeps coming on |
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Like a thousand daggers, my memories pierce me |
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My body and soul unite in pain |
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It all keeps increasing, all up until it is suddenly gone |
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The storm may be gone but it's not for long, it speaks to me |
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I'm granted just a short embrace of rest and peace |
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I've lost the race against my past |
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It's come for me laughing, to make me pay at last |
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Still all those years speak to me |
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I'll never open up and bare my shame to you |
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I've opened up the door to a place of my own |
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I did not ask of you, what you asked of me |
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I'll hide away from all the reaching hands |
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So that my past will remain untold |
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All through the years |
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I've been walking alone |
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Except for the love that brought light in my life |
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I'll spare her this me and leave on my own |
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With the door closed behind me... |
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Was it all a mistake? |
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Should I have listened to you? |
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All of those helping hands |
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I kind of miss them now |
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Now that they're gone |
