As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest.
I keep searching for something that I never seem to find.
But maybe I wonÂ’t, because I left it all behind.
Now IÂ’m stuck with this, and thatÂ’ll never change
Always a part of me, until the very last day.
Where to go from here? What road to travel on?
I spent my whole life choosing, and I always chose wrong.
Will I try to have the will to be alive?
Will I try because IÂ’ve never seen the light?
Blow it to the ground and itÂ’s now you see,
You spent your whole life taking the best of me
I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest.
I keep searching for something that I never seem to find.
But maybe I wonÂ’t, because I left it all behind.
Now IÂ’m stuck with this, and thatÂ’ll never change
Always a part of me, until the very last day.
Where to go from here? What road to travel on?
I spent my whole life choosing, and I always chose wrong.
Will I try to have the will to be alive?
Will I try because IÂ’ve never seen the light?
Blow it to the ground and itÂ’s now you see,
You spent your whole life taking the best of me
