Stalking, walking, in this wood.
This wood of my mind.
I see what could,
What should, have been said.
There's claw marks on the trees.
Huge gouge marks.
Who's are these?
Well, they're my other sides'.
They're from anger, pain, and frustration.
Everything I can't handle.
They say I need some contemplation,
On how to endure the hits.
As I go further in,
These woods get darker.
There's no way I can win,
In this fight against darkness.
Now I'm lost here forever,
Wandering in circles.
No one here, together.
Slowly, slowly, I go crazy.
This wood of my mind.
I see what could,
What should, have been said.
There's claw marks on the trees.
Huge gouge marks.
Who's are these?
Well, they're my other sides'.
They're from anger, pain, and frustration.
Everything I can't handle.
They say I need some contemplation,
On how to endure the hits.
As I go further in,
These woods get darker.
There's no way I can win,
In this fight against darkness.
Now I'm lost here forever,
Wandering in circles.
No one here, together.
Slowly, slowly, I go crazy.
