George

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