There's a cold wind blowing here, sending shivers down my spine.
When I close my eyes tonight, what fears await my mind?

A holding cell to trap my soul, or a demon to hold me tight?
No matter what it is, I am too tired now to fight.

I will walk along this lonely path, holding hands with the dark.
In the morning when I look into the mirror, I can see the tainted mark.

No matter where I run to now, it is not far enough.
I can't keep on going, this journey is too tough.

I awaken to see I'm dreaming, still running from my bed.
When I awaken from this sleep, am I already dead?

The pain inside is torture, cutting like a knife.
All I wanted was to be average, and lead a happy life.