The street was dark with bitter pain echoing from the pavement
screaming out the coldness to my name
I walked only one step ahead of the darkness that surrounded
this part of my life I call the night of desperate games

Approaching wheels spin in contrast with the stillness there
replacing screams of silence rapidly
I lie hidden in the shadows of fear and all of my regrets
completely shunned and unaccepted by society

I was running from my existence, afraid I would be caught
captured by my own identity
remaining hidden in the shadows of my fear and my regrets
too ashamed to even, take a look at me

Brakes squealing in the distance, yet not too far from me
the hedge I am hiding behind, is never quite enough
to hide from this existence, I have running after me
I think I’ve reached, the end of my luck