Dead Of Winter

Show me a new way
Because mine's gettin' kinda old
Morose from my neglect
To let the sunshine in
Frozen over and cold
Like Eerie in the winter
Unforgiving and hard-
With no place to hide from the wind
You'd think I'd look elsewhere
Or wait for a change in seasons
But I'm too old to start over;
Too young to reason
So I drudge on, too far gone
As the chill scrapes my back
The frost has taken my sight and mind
Now discretion is what I lack