It's starting again, I can feel,
Coming on so strong, it's unreal...

So cold, I'm gasping for air,
Reaching out for a hand thats not there...

Take my hand - it's always waiting,
Waiting for your warm hand to hold...

I thought what I was doing was right,
I was being led on by my own deceptions...

I lie on the ground,
and stare into space...

I wonder if it all started on that day...
I used my coat to block the cold rain...