The sounds are growing br My world is snowing br Cold answers my question br Until I feel I belong br I will disguise br To the point I'm unknown br To the point I've regressed br If being sad is a gift br Then I guess I've been blessed br Lost in my own echo br Don't know who to trust br Watching time go br A cure is a must br Something to motivate br Get rid of this hell br Time will make it better br I can't kid myself br The past already occured br The echo lives in me br Search it and see.