Goosbumps crowd my pale arms
from the freezing weather this morning
Will truth beable to hold the future
Or will i be left to release the scorning.
My lips are chapped as the cold precedes
No warm sweater anywhere close
Did i jump the gun this time around
Or will the sky be filled with sparrows.
The cold remsembles my harsh feelings
Toward the world at stake
From all the ugly people in this place
All the people who are so fake.
I want to start a fire to get a little warm
Maybe it will show the others how badly im torn.
When you can see your breath you know its cold.
I think its time for you to see how i am condoled.
Take your ugly heart and ugly sweater away
I dont mind being left cold today.
Run from the fire which is coming for you
Make your body like your mind is a statue.