The feeble sun crept under my skin
The morning song escaped the air
All went quiet for a while
As my eyes slowly opened the world

I cry all day, and run all night
Through the roads I used to roam
Let my mind go, insanity
Cold is your grasp, and today I’ll be free

No one will see me today or tomorrow
I’ll stare into nothing, in my mind I’ll weep
Behold a young man who wants to die
Scold the old man who wants to live