WALKALONES

Pitch black
A cold and moonless night
He waits with nothing in his sight
For someone to take him from this place
For the breaking of a brand new day
Paralyzed and stunned by the fear

Nothing but a sad hopeless walkalone
Never finds his way back home where he belongs
Out there the wind it blows
It's getting cold
Frozen teardrops on the pale white snow

This world has left her so alone
All she once had, it is now long gone
Memories that won't stop hunting her
Forever she must run away from them
She keeps running 'til she falls

Nothing but a sad hopeless walkalone
Never finds her way back home where she belongs
Out there the wind it blows
It's getting cold
Frozen teardrops on the pale white snow

That night they met under the stars
Drawn in to rip open their scars
'Cause there are wounds that can't be healed
She turns away from it all,
can't stop their wounds from bleeding
Oh it shouldn't end this way

Nothing but a sad hopeless walkalone
Never find their way back home where they belong
Out there the wind it blows
It's getting cold
Frozen teardrops on the pale white snow