The snow falling down oh so softly
in big fluffy flakes like cotton...

Empty heart surrounded by ice,
frozen to ease the pain...

The air is getting colder
with a bite now in the wind...

Holding you close as we slowly dance
across a floor full of invisible people...

We butcher and kill in the name of god
saying it's his will...

Life is like a story book,
sometimes the pages turn easily...

Close my eyes, block out the world,
let all my pretenses fall away...

Sometimes I try...
not to want you...

Sometimes life hits you hard,
it throws you a curve ball...

I was sitting here thinking 'bout years ago,
those simple, easy days of youth...

Swirling eddies,
twisting, turning...

Holding yourself together
when the world expects you to fall...