User:Greaneyr

Red light, grey morning

you stumble out of a hole in the ground.

A vampire or a victim

it depends on who's around.

Who's to say where the wind will take you?

Who's to say what it is will break you?

I don't know which way the wind will blow

Who's to know if their time has come around?

Don't wanna see you cry

I know that this is not goodbye

I'm wide awake... I'm not sleeping