The door is open
The cold will creep in
Food on the table
Eat, no one's able
The sun is shining
Behind this dying
And people crying
But no one's dead
I watch the cold come
It warms me up some
And I am crying
But no one's dead
I've pulled my hair out
I've scratched the walls up
I've bit my lips and
They are red
Around me wood rots
Around me cars stop
Around me wolve's jaws
But I'm not dead
I heard you speak this
I felt you feel this
I saw you see this
I felt you die

I'm crying like you're dead, though you're not, you're just indifferent