"I'm running away to the sticks n' stones
Where no one knows
Where to find me
I'm running I'm falling in the
(Branches cut my life away)
Sticks that are stabbing me
I'm falling on the stones that were
(sharp rocks cutting into my heart so deep)
Already thrown at me

Now I'm bleeding (the cold)
Now I'm dying (in the depths of pain)
But on the inside (from what little remains)
All their sticks n' stones (no longer breathing)
Already killed me (like their words, freezing over)

I feel lost in the alone air
I left my skin n' bones
Now I really have no one
But now the dark trees
Are comforting

The woods around
I see no one
(I never felt at home)
With no one
With no one
Running away
Through the sticks n' stones

But at least I won't feel empty
Cuz they stay silent they can't hurt me

No more whispers in the air
They like me are no more
Nothing more to be heard
The wind has fallen silent
My life has died"