I feel the color draining from my face
As if I've seen a ghost
In place of my existence
In urgency, I look to my reflection
Only to see myself
As pale as the white noise that deafens me
This cannot be (this cannot be)
Is this the other side
Should I fear that there's no turning back?
Is this the end? (Is this the end?)
I feel the cold embrace
An icy touch that slithers down my spine
And I won't give in
I'll summon up the strength to overcome
I'm here, still holding on
To everything that I hold close (and I know)
And I know I have the strength to overcome
To overcome
I will prevail
I hear the siren song, and though it sounds so sweet
I know it's tempting, but I know where I should be
I will press on
I just can't let it all slip away
And like the flick of a brush
I splash the color back onto my canvas
Is this reality?
Is this the other side?
Through struggle I'll make it back alive
And though it seems I'm at wit's end
My will is burning deep within
I feel the warmth return to me