My lungs turn black
No other way to cope
I guess I'm right on track
Another boring trope
Not much has changed
I still have no hope
I don't believe in fate
I'll disappear like smoke
Burn out or fade away
Turn down an end to my pain
Lay down become a stain
Just goes to show I'm the fucking same
No one has to know
What I have become
A nose full of snow
Life outside the Sun
There's no turning back
The shell starts to crack
You'll see what's inside
Another wasted life
It turns out
I'm not okay
Not that you cared to ask
Not that I cared to say
I been beat down
Nearly to my grave
I'm trying harder now
Even if there's, nothing left to save
No one has to know
What I have become
A nose full of snow
Life outside the Sun
There's no turning back
The shell starts to crack
You'll see what's inside
Another wasted life
