• It's cold inside and outside,
    but I won't ask for something warmer to wear.
    It's the way i've always been,

    just to accept everything.
    We can only change so much,
    but god.

    Sometimes it's too hard to even reach out,
    sometimes it's easier to let everything go,
    and not try.

    The brave ones continue on being broken,
    but they still survive.
    The weak ones stay behind,

    killing themselves one by one.
    The shadows stay behind with them,
    they're afraid when once a tear drops,

    more will continue to follow along.
    Staying in the corner,
    all alone.

    Whispering in her mind,
    to herself.
    Leaving the broken to their fates,

    It's a celebration of release from hell.
    When the brave ones finally make it through to the gates,
    they'll be free.

    They won't think of the broken,
    but instead they'll cheer and be happy.
    Hands shaking,

    we try to hold it out and feel the warmth,
    but we can't.
    We're too lifeless to do anything,

    given up everything already,
    nothing left to do,
    there is no life.