Burning through, so in depth
Sparking to the core, taking what I left
But why do I still feel empty?
Why do I still feel lost?
There's tumbleweeds, down this darkened path
And I expect for them, to stay at last
I'm blindfolded as I lead myself
Into the corridoors, underneath my worth
This light is fading everytime I speak
My patience is slipping away from me
Can you feel the anxiety?
Can you feel my agony?
I'm a flower, dying out as winter comes
Give me peace while I'm still undone
Before I let go promisingly
Before I let go exhaustingly
The curtains are blocking me
The curtains are blocking me
As I speak
What do I truly need?
The curtains are blocking me
The curtains are blocking me
As I speak
What do I truly need?