everything is very cold now
no matter how hard I can try
I can't express how I feel
it's making me feel opressed
my hands are turning blue now
it's the chill which takes my will
I can barely move my fingers now
but everthing is quiet and still
nothing good
ever came
from people who don't
try hard
if I could comb back
my efforts
it'll be fine
the wind moves
like a ticking clock
slowly freezing me down
next to nothing
if I didn't
move fast enough
there would be no miracles,
my life would be... a bore