They say "I'm here if you need me."
They're ready to lend a hand in a fight.
They watch to see if their words have freed me.
They try to let me borrow delight.
But maybe I'll do this on my own.
Give me a moment to sit and wallow.
Let me feel my senses go cold as stone.
Let me relish the pain of being hollow.
I see you're right there beside me,
Trying to scrub away a stain.
Well this blood-red veil is all I have to hide me,
To shelter you from feeling my pain.
"I'll pray for you." "You're not alone."
Well I don't think that you can see it.
I'm fading away, breaking every bone.
Because if I die to spare you of this, so be it.
If anyone could make this disappear,
If it is among the strengths of Him so Holy.
If He could carve a path up the cliff so sheer;
If only I wouldn't have to walk it solely.
And yet the wind will keep on blowing,
Oppressing the fire until it fades.
The circle of cold will keep on growing.
I see no hope out the window so I shut the shades.
I'm being slowly but surely overtaken.
I want to live my life, but for now could I pause it?
What foundation I had has been thunderstruck; shaken.
Might as well accept this, so I suppose I'll cry in the closet.