I went into the darkness
so I'd be blind to my sorrow,
but I could still feel it all over my skin.

I went into the light,
thought that it might,
you know,
maybe burn it away.
but my sorrow took comfort in shade.

And it follows me now in the form of my shadow
it's stuck to me wherever I go.

And it's been a long time that I've carried this burden.
So you might think I'd be stronger and maybe be learning,
but it pains me now to say-
that things haven't gone that way.
Oh no, all I've done
is smoke to my face
'til my brain is
waste.