I hope that everything I know,
Will be turned into the snow,
To melt away into the gutter with my sorrow.

And if I'm able to face my soul,
Without wondering when I'll take a toll..

Tumbling down is skilled if anything,
So break my toes from the inside.

Everybody understands it except you,
Or maybe nobody really understands and you're just a lost soul like me.

Don't you dare call me cause you're just a *****,
Well, all I really do is doubt you.