Just walking down a street,
confused about my life...

Dont close them now,
still theres more to see...

Falling down, one too many,
like the cold tearing drops of sky...

Some memories I've left behind,
some may have come along...

All this time,
I had your hand...

Afraid of what I want,
fear of losing thy...

Scars are deep,
Blood is dark...

As plain as it is,
as uncomfortable is this...

The white rose falls,
tonight i walk a path...

Sometimes I feel addicted to death,
sometimes I feel afraid to walk ahead...

Winds have gone,
still more to come...

Have I felt so cold,
All day long...