It's so quiet there's no sound
as i stand and watch the snow fall down...

And so it goes
sometimes not so steady...

Masked behind fear and concern
blinded by tears and cold burns...

What do you call it?
when every things mixed up...

It's an addiction
a high to make you feel...

Why do we do the things
we know will hurt others...

And i thought i understood
thought i had it figured out...

I've been blind this whole time
but now I'm looking through my eyes...

One little secret
one small lie...

Its gone
theres nothing there...

So this is it
this is how far I've come...

Where do i go from here?
i have nothing left...