Walking through these halls
Filled with anger
Screaming for my life
But no one answers
And in my head the voices in my head are doomed
The walls are cold and I sit true
I'm forever lost, in the asylum
The scars of my love on my wrist
The scars of madness on your fist
I tried to save the ones I love
I prayed for love of God above
I'm forever lost, in the asylum
No one believes, the story I tell
No one could imagine such a lonely hell
No one seems to help me now
As though my words were all blacked out
And reaching on the walls, of the asylum, yeah
Instead I turn these tables round
You knock me down on hallow ground
Our wedding vows we pronounce, into the asylum
The whispers of the ghosts of dreams
The way I hoped life would be
One day I know you'll realize
Our love was meant to die
I don't wanna die, in the asylum
The writing on the wall, in the asylum
Filled with anger
Screaming for my life
But no one answers
And in my head the voices in my head are doomed
The walls are cold and I sit true
I'm forever lost, in the asylum
The scars of my love on my wrist
The scars of madness on your fist
I tried to save the ones I love
I prayed for love of God above
I'm forever lost, in the asylum
No one believes, the story I tell
No one could imagine such a lonely hell
No one seems to help me now
As though my words were all blacked out
And reaching on the walls, of the asylum, yeah
Instead I turn these tables round
You knock me down on hallow ground
Our wedding vows we pronounce, into the asylum
The whispers of the ghosts of dreams
The way I hoped life would be
One day I know you'll realize
Our love was meant to die
I don't wanna die, in the asylum
The writing on the wall, in the asylum
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Written by Lita Ford and Gary Hoey
Scritta da Lita Ford e Gary Hoey
Album: Living Like a Runaway