All those memories, pain and anger, flood back one by one
They must be just around the bend, they always come.
At night as I lay sleeping they come to me in herds
Their lies remain, the dreams the same, it’s only fleeting words.
No one calls there in the shadows
There’s no end to the dark
There’s no one out there
No one but me.
The hours pass so slowly.
The life’s slipping out of me.
No way’s the right way
Is there a way out for me?
“Out of the Shadows” by Sarah McLachlan