We all cry out for just one thing:
Comfort and leisure...

Where is love now
Now that I need it most...

This endless cycle goes around
Taunting me with out a sound...

A sickening smash
Resounds through the room...

Most kids are afraid of dark, clammy rooms.
Where you can't see a thing except your sadness...

Autumn days and Autumn nights,
Pass by in and out of light...