I'm running through a forest, where all the trees are my faults.
But the nettles keep on stinging, and I'm getting nowhere at all.
Lost inside of myself, with no one to blame but my sick brain.
I will not put this on somebody else, for only i should feel my pain.

The wind is howling now and I feel very lost and alone.
I'm frozen to the bone but this cold is my own.
No one can feel the cold it's part of my sick world, one I do not share.
If I were to show people my cold live, they really would not care.

This forest is a creation of my dark, unforgiving mind.
One I cannot step out of, one I cannot leave behind.
It is my path,one I must simply walk alone.
I just hope people realise im in my forest, when I'm never home.