Walking down dark corridors
And through the empty streets
I see shadows creeping,
I hear them whispering
But I keep walking
Ignoring the sounds I hear
And the figures looming just outside of my vision
They watch me waiting for me to fail
To stumble, to mess up just once
And if I do they try to take over
Wearing me down when I\'m at my weakest
But when that happens your there
Out shinning the bad
Reaching out with a guiding hand to save me from myself