Snow, Christmas

What are these things falling around me? Are they pieces of snow or just my friends collapsing? Should I fight for you, in the wind and the cold? Or should I sit here looking out our window gazing at the snow? Why do you do the things you do? Your racing towards your destruction with a smile on your face.

Yet the room is dark and I sit here alone. Who do I imagine being at my side? Oh the dim lights barely light these keys, and I sit here with my screen. I want to help you, just grab my hand. But I think again, am I strong enough to pull it up? Not by myself, not by myself.

The packed ice hits the window, I hear them calling me. What will have an effect? I pull the headphones over my ears. Is this for my life or theirs? The relaxation sets in again and my legs can't move. Do you hear me? Another struggle between my problems and theirs, the same conflict in the same place in the same head.

When you fall you do you look to? Should I laugh as your excuse for a foundation crumbles? Just come on a ride with me and let me show you what its like. Really give it all a chance.
Ride through the white flakes falling and stop faking that smile. Spread your arms, let me see you happy. Open up wide your eyes and take it in. Find the song you lost, the reason you gave up, the one who you are missing.