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