The whirling and the twirling of the snow
the beating wind against my neck chills me to the bone
as I lay there, paralyzed, bloody and dying
the ice has locked my eyes shut to prevent me from crying
the blood flows from my neck like a raging river
the numbnous of the winter weather makes me shiver
as I lay dying
in the snow
no longer crying
all alone
So many regrets, mistakes in my life
living alone. No kids. No wife.
If only I had found someone, if only I had talked
maybe my fate wouldn't be this, to end up outlined in chalk
so many people I could have met, so I wouldn't be alone
to lead a normal life, to have friends to talk to on the phone
But who would want to talk to me ? Does anyone really care?
Will it matter when I kill myself? That would be quite rare.
Maybe if I had found another, someone that I loved
if I had the guts to ask them out, to tell them how I feel
but I'm left to die as the clouds all writhe above
If I only had the guts to tell them how I fell....
But I don't, so ends my lifes trek
and the blood flows from my neck
as I slowly slip away in the snow
trying to cry 'cause I'm all alone