Fighting to survive,screaming will begin,clinging onto sanity,as the darkness closes in.
The air seems so cold now,the shadows seem so small,breathing heavier than before,as your back's against the wall.
the door isn't far away,freedom's out of reach,when you escape this hell one day,there's not much you can teach,to your children,who will suffer just as well,and be burnt by the flames, living in your hell.
In your mind you think of freedom,in your heart you wish for love,the power you posses inside ,has been sent from up above.From your loved one that you lost,the one that fell and died,the one who bruised you forever,and gave in to suicide.
Let me take you from this hell,and heal your broken heart,purify your soul,then take the pieces apart.and when they're back together,I'll watch them crack and break,and this breathe that you are taking,will be the last one you will take.
I thought that i could fix you,i want to see you well,whether you are dying inside,is something i can't tell.
No scars upon these arms,no tears fall from your eyes,i see it in the looks you have,you've already gone and died.And i have hurt you deeply,by not saving my dear friend,although i did not witness,your life coming to an end.
I know that deep inside, I'm not the one to blame,life cannot be played again,it isn't just some game.
But you have made a decision,and the curtains closed so tight,hitting the ground,and without a sound,you fell just like the night.
