I found myself crawling over rocks,
my hands stained with the blood I try to hide
but this is my fate, my lonely cold fate.
My heart pounding, it's almost ready to burst.
And all I can do is try to climb up high,
While my arms bleed down a trail of blood.
I shall never loose the path in which I came.
My blood shall not be followed again though,
This pain needs to be left behind.
but leaving these scars below me is harder,
tougher then you think.
I could easily let go and fall to a painful death.
Then I wouldn't have to try so hard.
But I'm much stronger if I push,
Push myself further...
And get on top.
