Blind, giving in to desire. Scarred by the face of despair. My journey's at its end and I'm tired. I'm worn out but finally there!
I'm alone and I'm scared and all I need is shelter. I'm my own best
friend and the only person I can trust. Never opened myself, never owned up to my past ... hiding in the dark since the moment I got
lost, giving in to desire. Death beats my despair.
I saw her shadow walking down a lonely avenue. Now that I've reached my destination I don't know what to do. I can't pretend her sight wasn't scaring me, despite the bullshit everyone at home was telling me. She turned around, made a call, with eyes that tell they're scared of what the hell is going on. The ache, the warmth ... I know I would have done the same. Who would have thought that such a simple blade could change my game ...