Along this cold and broken road
I walk and hum, all alone.
Resting here is more than torture
Cause staying here extends the future...

And wishful thinking can lend its hand,
But wishful thinking can’t lead a stand...

How to escape? I have yet to found.
Screaming, I am.  But not with sound...

Broken and depressed, I was thrown in this place.
My heart holds things you can never erase.
Memories, dreams, and feelings too,
Always have a way of leading back to you...