I'm all alone, sitting alone
In the rain like a cold stone.
No where to go, nothing to do
But of course this is nothing brand new.
What should I do, where should I go?
Should I stay or should I flow?
My body is weak like an icy thin peak.
Over and over again the rain pours on my head,
Leaving a showdown that casts my dreams,
As fast as the tears that run down my cheek...
What should I do? I've only begun,
Should I walk or should I run?
There's not much choice as I'm only alone
Yet I'm beginning to break from the cold stone.
My ice is melting, breaking from its peak,
I feel like I, me am no longer bleak.