Donde?

Time is running out. It's getting nearer and nearer.
So near I could feel the chill of it against my heart. It's ICY COLD.
And the fear rising in me, could never warm me up a trifle...

Will I die in this cold?

I wanted to run. Away, away and away.
No, there's no where to hide.
There's no where to run. Gotta face it Face it FACE IT.

How am I gonna pass these long, slumberless nights?

And again, I'm tossing and turning in my bed.
Restless thoughts, troubled heartbeats...

When will the day break?

Where art thou, sunlight of the day?

Save me... please.