Since the winter came you through it all away
Everything has turned grey and i'm not ok
You could never see through me, as blind as I can be
You would always hand it out and know without a doubt

Your falling out of my life
Your falling out of me.

You would always walk the line and get hurt every time
How much will you give and still have will to live
Turn the world on me, wash away and see
Did you always feel like dirt or get use to the hurt

Words and Music by: Mark LaJoie