When the wind blows cold,
When I'm shivering to the bone,
This is when I give up the fight and let it hit me,
This is when my sorrows unfold.
My body falls down,
My hair ripples from the breeze,
Blowing around me, I try to stay still
My head bowed low, hugging my knees.
The voices fill my head
Whispering my future to me
I try not to listen to their shrill laughter
But they've covered my entirity.
It seems a lifetime I lay there
Without a single fiber that's not paralyzed
It seems like an eternity Since I was capable
of anything besides feeling the tornado inside.
so why am I still here,
If technically I can leave.
Am I waiting for permission.
Or have I lost the ability to fight completely?
What if I want to leave,
What if I want to be with you again
Is that so wrong?
Is it wrong to want something, even if I can't have it?
I would give anything to have one more moment of bliss,
Because that's what it was.
I didn't think it was possible
Didn't think I could ever feel like I was in heaven.
Is that what this is?
Punishment for having once been happy?
So what about those happily ever afters?
Does anyone really get them,
Or is it just a trap to get people into this place.
