I'm alone in this cold windy night
sitting on a woody bench,
under the moonlight
I saw the stars twinkling,
they are with me every night
And I guess this is what i'm ought to be
I find myself breathing
but I can't feel my heart beating
haunted by my own demons
I can no longer escape
Those emotions, dulled my once polychromatic soul
I guess this is what I'm meant to be
being alone in the dark,
blood dripping from my wrist
feels like I don't exist.
