i’m walking down the empty corridors,
the pictures on the wall,
I swear I could hear them whispear,
I am ready to fall.

I’m on the empty beach, the water touching
my feet….
Could never get the thought of death out
of my head….

Even as I lay in bed at night,
there’s this silence that just isn’t right,
and it’s driving me out of my mind,
my friends & family fly out of sight…

The days i wake up to are always gray,
As gray and depressing as my life..
Is everything just one total lie.

Now I’m back to that empty corridor,
I know I have been here before,
the pictures on the wall,
they whispear again,
Warning me about my fall…

the petals on the rose in my hand,
is falling apart,
just as mine is too,
The thorns poke against my skin,
i know I am never going to win…