I look outside and see a reflection
It's a reflection of what's looming inside me
The woods are dark and ghosts hide
There's not a bit of green upon the trees
The dark barren landscape
No warmth can be found
The winter moves on, dark and endless
I scream but no one hears a sound
I'm a boat upon the ocean
My anchor cut off and left me
Now I'm left to my own devices
All alone, floating on the sea
It's true that there are many fish
But a fish can't replace an anchor
A fish cannot possibly hold me in a storm
A fish can't hold down my sadness and anger
