Lack of the truth, leaves them weak.
I care to much, forcing me to speak.

I understand, a tragedy will fold,
But will you, when I am so cold?

It isn’t easy, knowing it is this way,
It’s to damn hard, don’t know what to say.

Where do we all end up, dead?
Heaven or hell, is too much said?

I know this, tragedy so true,
Proceed, and I will hurt you,

It doesn’t mater, whether I try or not,
Passive anguish, this will be fought.

And in the end, you will never forgive,
And in the end, I won’t be able to live.

My deeds are done, and all is written,
My mind is tired, all frost bitten.

Holding me away, for your own good,
I want to help you, but I only stand alone, wishing I could…