Ive opened up my scars, Ive released my past life
Ive surrendered to a rain that speaks of a coming storm
Looking back, did I ever know how to look at life and how to appreciate it?
Guess I was lost in a time of taking things for granted and not looking around
I was lost in myself, oh, so lost in myself

So today Im left on my own, my recent days have all been the same
My sanity will soon be consumed by this loneliness
Im lying in bed, going out of my head
Im lying in bed, going out of my head
Im lying in bed, going out of my head
Im lying in bed, going out of my head

Standing at the door to a place of my own
I will not ask of you, what you asked of me
Ill hide away from all the reaching hands
So that my past will remain untold
I dont need your helping hands
Im sure I will find my way back

Like a raging storm, my past keeps coming on
Like a thousand daggers, my memories pierce me
My body and soul unite in pain
It all keeps increasing, all up until it is suddenly gone

The storm may be gone but its not for long, it speaks to me
Im granted just a short embrace of rest and peace
Ive lost the race against my past
Its come for me laughing, to make me pay at last
Still all those years speak to me
Ill never open up and bare my shame to you

Ive opened up the door to a place of my own
I did not ask of you, what you asked of me
Ill hide away from all the reaching hands
So that my past will remain untold
All through the years Ive been walking alone
Except for the love that brought light in my life
Ill spare her this me and leave on my own
With the door closed behind me

Was it all a mistake?
Should I have listened to you?
All of those helping hands
I kind of m