I throw my flesh down upon daggers, And bones grow weary from the trek. On and on for nowhere I staggered Living life like a continuous wreck. There's too many reasons, why we will go on. There's too many seasons, to think its all done Lost and cold in the winters chill, It takes time to learn who we are. And who we are without the pills, Coming down can be oh so hard. There's too many reasons, why we will go on. There's too many seasons, to think were all done. We land on a blanket of friends Only they feel our battered souls They would never try to pretend They warm our hearts in the winters cold. Jsm.