i'd sing you a song, but it would be out of key and i never said i could carry a tune for you it's just not me... so i'll write you something i thought up today while i was wasting my day away and sitting on my cold floor feeling the bitter ice blowing in under the door, i've been burned colder than this left out in the winter listlessly watching my breath glisten blissful with a fistfull of toxins filling me within -everything i touch is cold and it's never too much i've been told you can always carry that weight no matter what your fate may be -haha, i was silly to think it would have been with me. yet still i play this game with all these writings for you seeming so lame thinking i should just give up and let the chips fall where they may. 