Darkness shadows my every step
Whispers calling for my death...

Sitting upon the tile floor
My soul only a little sore...

I can't run anymore
I can't just throw this out the door...

Sitting in a lonely crowd
I just can't figure it out...

It was the 16th of March in 91
Nothing could be said or done...

Why does everyone hate me so?
Why do I feel as if I should go...

A feeling I cannot quench
Not through days...

My singing soul
Now full of fear...

Wind blowing through the trees,
Why does nobody see the unhappiness brought upon...

Save me from falling
Keep my tears from streaking down my face...