There something in me thats making me hide.
There this feeling thats telling me not to go inside.
I know what I will see,
and its something not so sweet.
There this voice in my head saying "you wont like it."
and a cold wind blowing around me.
Im scared of what you might have done
and I hope its not what im thinking.
I fear for my life now
and I feel to run away.
So don't come looking for me to save you
cause this time you on your own.