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

There are stories
Told time and again...

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

A single teardrop
Those deep brown eyes...

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

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

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

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

A mental home,
With no padded walls...

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

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

Silent tears.
Show no fears...