There is a place inside my head were darkness lives,
A place I’m afraid of,
A place I go too far too often,
A place where I’m afraid that I’ll never see the light again,
There’s a place inside my head…

The ground I walk on is cold and hard,
I feel the ground start to crumble under my feet,
And ever so slowly I keep walking,
and the ground beneath me starts to fall,
I’m falling in to the endless abyss of nothingness…
where I belong…
and where I will stay...

I’ve always thought I could handle it,
The feeling of emptiness,
of helplessness,
Never being able to open up to anyone,
Never told anyone how helpless and empty I feel,
Having the feeling of never being able to be happy with myself and with my life,
I end up being angry at myself for not trusting people,
But how could I trust people when it’s the people whom hurt me in the first place,
The people whom make me feel invisible,
The people whom make me think I’m worthless… a nothing,
People whom make me think I’m someone who doesn’t deserve happiness,
And I’m not sure I can keep it up for much longer,
Maybe I can’t handle it.

The trust is broken,
Shatterd like glass,
And gone in the wind never to be whole agian,
It flys in the wind out of my reach,
I try to grab it put it back together,
But it's all in vain,
And all I do is to feel the pain of what ones was whole,
But ones the trust is gone broken it can't be put back together again,

I am invisible because for what I do don’t matter,
I’m like smoke I appear and then I’m gone never to be seen again,
The people who knows me doesn’t care,
They want my wisdom because I’m the broken one,
The one who has been to hell and back,

I watch as my life breaks into more and more pieces,
I try to glue it back together but it only brakes further,
And as I watch it break I also see it starts to burn and go up in flames,
I try to cling on to every last bit,
I inhale the smoke only to realize that it’s gone and I’m on my own,
Alone with the bitter taste in my mouth from the smoke,

I’m taught to follow, to do what everyone expects me to do.
I’m merely a ghost living in the shadows of others that has walked before me.
Never free, never able to just be me.
I’m just a ghost living in the shadows.

As I fall through the cold hard ground,
I see nothing but darkness,
The fall seems endless,
Like nothing exists anymore

I feel like running,
I feel like hiding,
The stress is getting to me,
The stress is killing me,
I feel like my shadows are haunting me,
I feel like my shadows are mocking me,
For all I do Wrong.