What is it like to be all alone?
To be in a place where it always snows.
When all around you the cold wind blows,
And you trek on, to the deep unknown.
What is it like to be by yourself?
To be put away like a toy on a shelf.
To sit there and wait for someone else,
Cursed never to leave that destitute well.
What is it like to live every day,
Knowing that no matter what you say,
You cannot run from the things that you’ve done,
They will always be there, they never go away.
It’s so hard to live life all alone in the dark,
But you know that the past has left its deep mark.
All you want is to start over again,
But all you can do is wait ‘til the end.