As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest. I keep searching for something that I never seem to find. But maybe I won’t, because I left it all behind. Now I’m stuck with this, and that’ll never change Always a part of me, until the very last day. Where to go from here? What road to travel on? I spent my whole life choosing, and I always chose wrong. Will I try to have the will to be alive? Will I try because I’ve never seen the light? Lowered to the ground and it’s now you see, You spent...