I tried to recount a dream
But I can't remember anything
Sleeping with my eyes wide open
But I never see anything
Drown with me
In the darkness of an october night
Sinking deep
To a place and time where I felt almost alright
I don't hate the winter
But i don't miss the cold
I don't hate your words
But I hate that we're older
The more I age the more I know
Every Step leaves less space to grow
Trade discomfort for a heart of stone
The airs alright but the wind
Chills me to the bone
Frail and fragile
You left me battered and worn
Nothing mattered
Except trying to stay warm
I want more than existence
Something more than cyclic days
I want to feel more like a person
And less like a mistake