There's no colder season than being alone.
Fear, sadness, misery overflow.
Your own shadow is your only company.
The soundtrack of your life is a bitter symphony.
Feels like condemned to lifelong poverty.
The sunset burns, the air chokes at night.
On this journey, there are no highs only lows.
It's written in your fate living with the woes.
Living with the woes.
You need to stay away from you for a while.
You've shot some of them, some are still alive.
Awake at midnight with eyes wide open.
Your glory were stolen.
If you're looking to find someone,
Someone who understands and eases your mind,
Look in the mirror that is called loneliness.
Can't find a colder season, it's obvious.
You need to stay away from you for a while.
You've shot some of them, some are still alive.
Awake at midnight with eyes wide open.
Your glory were stolen.
You need to stay away from you for a while.
You've shot some of them, some are still alive.
Awake at midnight with eyes wide open.
Your glory were stolen.