The air is too cold
For me to be breathing
As heavy as this
But my legs are too tired
For me to keep going
And the snow looks
Pretty inviting.
I don't know what it is
But laying here
Alone and cold
I'm more comfortable
Than I ever was
When I laid in his bed
I concluded,
When I thought that I was happy
He was chasing me
When I could keep running
And he always came back
I thought that snow was a good place to die-
Alone and comfortable
Cold and quiet-
But this is better
With the air too cold to breathe
And my body too fed up to move
And the stars getting brighter
And my head feeling lighter
And the sound of footsteps getting closer
So I concluded,
The snow isn't a bad place to live.