I'm running in circles
I'm following my feet
I'm running out of time
I'm at the end of my line
My hands are turning purple with the cold
This winters is harsh, but I will find some warmth
Low to the ground, trying not to make a sound
I know it's not meant to be
Wisdom always has a price
It's never is given for free
For free
I feel the way my spine is curving
It is getting out of line
Stop telling me to stop thinking so much
It's not all going to be fine
Now, your hair's falling onto the ground
Your fingers are old and worn out
The smoke in your lungs weighs you down
It's time to sleep now
This is what you've become
Out of breath
Out of time
Always there
In your mind
In your mind
In your mind
I'm scared for tomorrow
But I am getting taller by the day
I'm growing
I'm finding my way
Finding way
Finding my way
Low to the ground
Trying not to make a sound
I know it's not meant to be
Wisdom always has a price
It's never is given for free
For free
For free
