The fog appears at the most random times,
Even when you think you see the light,
Yet it’s just your imagination,
That forms in the night.

It’s not just the fog, nor the light,
That is your fear in the night,
It's the one you let go,
Who brings back the fright.

But the reality is, you can’t let go,
You regret your actions,
You regret your thoughts,
You regret all that you’ve become.

Now you pay the price,
Now you suffer your choices,
And can only dream of the day,
When it all finally goes away.