Ive opened up my scars, Ive released my past life

Ive surrendered to a rain that speaks of a coming storm

Looking back, did I ever know how to look at life and how to appreciate it?

Guess I was lost in a time of taking things for granted and not looking around

I was lost in myself, oh, so lost in myself



So today Im left on my own, my recent days have all been the same

My sanity will soon be consumed by this loneliness

Im lying in bed, going out of my head

Im lying in bed, going out of my head

Im lying in bed, going out of my head

Im lying in bed, going out of my head



Standing at the door to a place of my own

I will not ask of you, what you asked of me

Ill hide away from all the reaching hands

So that my past will remain untold

I dont need your helping hands

Im sure I will find my way back



Like a raging storm, my past keeps coming on

Like a thousand daggers, my memories pierce me

My body and soul unite in pain

It all keeps increasing, all up until it is suddenly gone



The storm may be gone but its not for long, it speaks to me

Im granted just a short embrace of rest and peace

Ive lost the race against my past

Its come for me laughing, to make me pay at last

Still all those years speak to me

Ill never open up and bare my shame to you



Ive opened up the door to a place of my own

I did not ask of you, what you asked of me

Ill hide away from all the reaching hands

So that my past will remain untold

All through the years Ive been walking alone

Except for the love that brought light in my life

Ill spare her this me and leave on my own

With the door closed behind me



Was it all a mistake?

Should I have listened to you?

All of those helping hands

I kind of mis