Barely breathable air, false profoundness
The snow calls to me, I have a date with the stars
If I lay down in the frost, face to face with myself
The snow would melt, against the warmth of a single tear
So, I decline my escape, I keep the burn inside

I feel I’ve got to apologise for, my unoriginality
coupled with severe doubt and a lack of sympathy

I’ll emulate, discredit and deface your sadness
Repoduce, travesty or use your sorrow

In hope that, through misplaced empathy,
it just might, fill my boulder
Rather than make my hill, any longer