always those cold nights
missing someone to keep me warm
to comfort me when I had a bad dream
who holds me by the arm

insomnia, of the worries
the worries will keep me up all night
sweating of the terrible heath
it just doesn’t feel right

what’s going on in my mind
the psychotic urges I try to hold back
it’s difficult to breath
because of the fact my life doesn’t mean jack

no hope anymore
it’s all just one terrible mess
face it, I’m losing this battle
the pain presses upon my chest

no more dreams
no more longing for paradise
my heart turns into stone
my heart turns into ice

just one spot in my heart remains open
just a little area of space
waiting for what belongs there
that spot is your place