A slave to the snowfall of my ever-freezing heart
The wide-awake demons of my past are never far
Questions are raised, but here there's no truth
Searching for more than silence but it's no use
Late in the hours of the early morning we'll find
Stories just the same, fast-forward then rewind
Slow motion, slowly falling, quivering in the breeze
Sliding into the daily grind with shaking, shivering knees
Standing up for something, when you feel nothing at all
Smiling for your future, you've never felt so small.
Darkness fades, nothing's better, wishing life was over
Waking up at midnight and hiding under the covers
Fear comes from the unknown, but things we know can be
Just as scary as our black-and-white version of reality.