High school is like the snow,
Everyone knows it all- they've seen the places I've walked
They know whenever I fall

They'll watch my tracks and judge- of where I'll go with life
They'll see the ****** snow and wonder "Where's the knife?"

So they'll gather up their friends, and find a story to tell
Saying "She wanted to die that night"
When in reality she's battling a cancer fight

And a few steps past the blood, they'll see jagged foot prints
Thinking now "She's gone crazy"
When in reality she was dancing because her life was too short to become lazy

And the prints will stay with her forever, because the snow never lies
The story could be different you just need a non-judgmental set of eyes

Now they follow her steps to a hospital bed
Watching the liveliest girl appear dead

And nobody knew she was fighting this cancer
Nobody asked
They only knew what the tracks told
And from there they judged because they were foolish enough to believe something from the heart of cold
snow