What is this place?
The walls are closing in...

On the freshly fallen snow
Lies a bloody trail...

A broken heart is everything,
When there's nothing left to break...

A mental home,
With no padded walls...

A pile of clothes on the floor.
A questioning knock at the door...

Silent tears.
Show no fears...

A complex laugh.
A simple tear...

My candle in the darkness.
My shelter from the storm...

Cast across a sea of guilt
Swept onto a shore of sin...

Voices screaming in my head.
Visions forming in my bed...

Light a single candle,
For this fate I did not choose...

She told us her troubles,
And we said that we cared...