Seconds race my heart
in a game already won
leaving strings of gray
where gold turned brown.

[Chorus]
Self-imprisoned,
Reach in a pull me out.
Escaping, would you stand in my way?
Despite it all,
Reach in a pull me out.
Take me in and promise that you of all will stay.

Once, everything was still ahead
Even dreams were expected.
But with sapience came a sword
upon which innocence fell dead.

Still I grip this pen instead
to let it bleed this song.
Stain this swan-white note
rhyme together right and wrong.

[Chorus]
Self-imprisoned,
Reach in a pull me out.
Escaping, would you stand in my way?
Despite it all,
Reach in a pull me out.
Take me in and promise that you of all will stay.

All those tired thoughts
as my skin now withering.
Starving faith can't sustain,
not even a hopeful being.

Inhaling the warm dying breath,
of yet another summer.
Its painfully foreseen end,
at the frore feet of winter.