From turning around
From falling
Slowly walking on the frozen edge
Feel content and lost
Among the scars
Of long lost love in me
Alone in deep dark frost
Among the dream stars
Within last line of memory
Running along the broken glass
Walking on the sharp razor edge
My dream wrote the will of the last
Wild passion revealed the truth of page
Lost forever in that secret diary
Feeling lonely among the crowd
Sick and tired of their dark lies
Pretending, wearing fake faces every day
World of filthy lies silently covered all around
Feel content and lost
Among the scars
Of long lost love in me
Alone in deep dark frost
Among the dream stars
Within last line of memory
Silently walking among the thorns
Poisoned and cursed
Feel needed and lonely
In the day of white midwinter frost