And as we walk the road, alone.
We'll find ourselves, at home.
Inside, our minds. We, can fly.
Alone, Don't hide. Don't lie.
We're, all running home.
Out on the hill that young boy wept.
Lookin' back at the city he'd never know.
And out in the tree that young boy slept,
For how long, hell never know.
And if i could see him now.
Id tell him to just go home.
The walk back home was cold.
But its one he would never know.
I can't stand, on my own, anymore.
I'm holding nothing.
Hold, my hand.
And be my nothing.
Empty, heart.
And as we go through life, searching for the lights, we will find there is only darkness, but degrees of colored darkness, while beautiful, colored darkness is still, only dark.
Why do i put myself through this, over and over again.
Holding on, to something dying.
I know it can only end.
I decide to end it now,
Let the coldness in.
Breathe life in to my bones,
Death must surely end.