There's a cold dark corner in the back of my room, it speaks to me and says I'm coming for you.

As I lie on my bed in the fetal position, my eyes are closed hoping and wishing.

Maybe that one day my dreams will come true, that I don't have to be here so down and blue.

The corner keeps talking about how I'm going to die, all I can do is lie there and cry.

As the corner gets closer and takes me in, my soul starts to burn as so does my skin.