I'm feeling in a nutshell,
can't seem to find a way out,
Black smoke is rising fast,
as I'm being filled full of doubt.
It's the bottom of the pit,
and the darkness is undertaking me,
I see through eyes of grey now,
while you're staring right back at me.
I never seemed to understand why,
the spiders never kissed you,
You're web was spun so beautifully,
but you've divided yourself in two.
When there's no one else around,
and your just sitting in this empty room,
It's just you and the pitchblack,
now that jealousy is full in bloom.
You'll be fighting an endless battle,
with your cold and morbid shadow,
So look out for me if you will,
for I'm headed for the valley below.