Miserable Winter, no sun for days
Walking through fire would be a welcome change
Bending my thoughts, my mind's become deranged
Fixated on nightmares, I yearn for my despair
Withered away from this torment
I lay in a grave of my discontent
Restlessly breathing my last breath
I await for her to come
And return me to my death
I can't even sit still, to get my thoughts wrote out
And if I could, it would encapsulate the feeling within my doubt
The weight of this woe, the flavor of misery
Entrapped in my head, a lifetime of suffering
The weight of this world, the flavor of misery
I'm trapped in my head, a lifetime of suffering
Miserable Winter, no sun for days
Walking through fire would be a welcome change
Bending my thoughts, my mind's become deranged
Fixated on nightmares, I aim for my despair
Empowered by gloom, death becomes me
I yearn for my despair