Its getting cold all over again
so I`ll be inside way too much again.
You`ll have to believe me.
You have to hear me when I say:
I`ll make up something that you`ll believe in me.
This is becoming to routine for me.
there will be time for the tomorrow,
but it`s days like this that keep me alive.
is there anything left for me?
Daylight`s almost over now,
cant think of anymore to say.
Even if I try to understand it wont ever be the same.
Is there anything left for me? Send " Nickel Wound" Ringtone to your Cell