Running my hand across a wall.....
It's cold.....
It's like touching death.....
I touch the other wall next to it.....
and I kiss it.....
It's like kissing you.....
I leave this hell.....
but my shadow will still wander around these walls
I painted with blood.....
How many times did I try to get to you?
Only I know.....
and these walls.....

I run my frozen hand for the last time.....
The walls are closing me in.....
I will be dust.....like the blood on these walls.....
Say goodbye to me.....I deserve at least that.....