Grey visions of today Every sight I see the same I cannot break free I think I'm gone As though I never wake Always drawn into descent And my hope decays Just out of reach Cursed through life Condemned to misery To be left with nothing If only for a moment, a way out To see the faintest glimmer amongst the dark To mend the broken dawn, so bleak Somehow, I think I'm gone But like ashes to the wind I will fade Nameless and forgotten The thorn upon the withered rose Somehow, I always knew... ㅤ