As the darkness closes in,
in over my head,
as the warmpth that once existed is diminished,
i finally realize how alone i am.
this world is so quiet,
so cold,
but i've lived here for so long,
i don't know anything else
one day,
i came across a person bathed in light,
in this dark, cold world,
it was such a remarkable sight.
at first, i didn't know what to think,
i just stood there, staring,
at what i believed was a merical,
even though i knew there was no such thing.
and just as i began to believe that she was real,
she vanished,
and the cold lonlyness came back again,
leaving me all my myself.
could it have been my fault,
that she ran away?
is it because i refused to at first believe that she was real,
that she dissapeared?
and now i am mourning,
over the loss of the only thing i had,
and slowly fall asleep, curled up in a ball
in this pitch black hell.
in over my head,
as the warmpth that once existed is diminished,
i finally realize how alone i am.
this world is so quiet,
so cold,
but i've lived here for so long,
i don't know anything else
one day,
i came across a person bathed in light,
in this dark, cold world,
it was such a remarkable sight.
at first, i didn't know what to think,
i just stood there, staring,
at what i believed was a merical,
even though i knew there was no such thing.
and just as i began to believe that she was real,
she vanished,
and the cold lonlyness came back again,
leaving me all my myself.
could it have been my fault,
that she ran away?
is it because i refused to at first believe that she was real,
that she dissapeared?
and now i am mourning,
over the loss of the only thing i had,
and slowly fall asleep, curled up in a ball
in this pitch black hell.
