If I were the crying type
I think I would cry tonight
‘Cause I know I’ve lost again
My darkest thoughts were right
It’s not the first time I’ve been cheated
Out of things I’ve been searching for
I wonder if things will ever change
If I’ll ever win this war

The wind howls by the daybreak
The leaves rustle and blow by the road
There’s a chill that sneaks now up my spine
Is the devil hidden within you quite so bold?

See, I’m not the crying type
Yet you drive me near to tears
Love is supposed to be pleasant
Not so darkened by these fears
It’s not the first time I’ve fallen
Not the last time on the ground
Not the first time I’ve been lost
Nor the last time I’ll be found

And the wind howls by the daybreak
Why are you so haunted by the past?
Why do I always yearn for something
That will make me free at last?