Living with this shame,
Just a shell without a name...

Forced to hide behind the walls I have made
I walk another day without a pride...

Pull out your razor blade,
They call out for you again...

My solitude has now become a winter wasteland,
My soul as cold as the snow that cloaks the...

Your face still appears to me,
Though the image is hard to see...

Your face still appears to me,
Though the image is hard to see...

I see the pain in your eyes,
The tears that run down your face...

Dust collects on the clock hand,
Time frozen to the grain of sand...

I'm sorry for what I have become,
In a way I never left that home...

I no longer walk with this pain,
All these years no longer the same...