Sun is so prodding
I prefer the rain...

Unable to speak
Afraid of rejection...

Stuck in a living hell
Suicide seems to sound alright...

Some people are numb
But I feel too much...

Creeping through a dark forest
In fear I begin to run...

Young bodies
Old souls...

You were done with me
But I wasn't through with you...

Everyone fooled by your mask
That I can see right through...