Sure winter is cold, but at least I feel something.
I’m tired of sitting here getting buried by snow, just to have it melted by false hope

It’s really coming down to the wire
I’m sick of continual sadness
But do you ever even tire
When all you do is fill me with madness

I am tired of getting stepped on every day
nobody notices me, I’m just another nothing
I’m so common, so forgettable
Its a good question really, what am I?

I’m left out in the cold
Im an afterthought to everyone
I’m tired of this, I’m tired of being here
Nobody would miss me if I wasn’t there

Would anyone notice?
someone would I know it
I hope so
I think
Would they?