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

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...

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

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

Wish you saw the real me,
The prisoner that's never free...

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

As I listen to the rain poor,
I wonder if I’m always done wrong everyday...

On this road of life I walk alone,
Forced to contend with the demons in my head...

Digs pain within your soul.
Filling the air with a morbid odor...