Light is coming

And here I am, standing alone,
My Mind is tricking me, spinnin’ like fucking cyclone,
In a love affair with my solitude,
My head is scorched, like a burnt wood,
Panic is building up inside,
But I can’t escape from my broken mind,
And maybe there’s no need to run,
Cause in the end I’ll go out from the dark straight to the sun,
Facing my demons, one by one.