My death shall come on swift wings
Nothing shall keep me here this time...

The night was cold
A ghostly black death...

You tell me not to worry
but I worry about you...

The night is calling
I hear her call...

The day was almost gone
and still he didn't call...

Even after all you said
I am not sure I can hate you...

You left me in the cold
How could you do that to me...

We all dream and we all hope
What do you dream...

Waking up in your own blood
Not knowing how or why...

This place is my cell
My jailer, the teacher...