It's been cold inside for way to long
And the fire that helps is close enough,
I want to feel the hand of warmth
But we all know being in the cold makes you tough.

All the nights I look outside
Reminds me that days were dark,
A new life, a new page with colour
But each page has that mark.

Sometimes I'm not sure about life
Because what we see and dream is different,
There's an image I sometimes foresee
It gets blur or maybe it's a new me in a distant.

I cry for no real reason
And laugh with no meaning,
Feeling sad is what I know
And being happy is what I keep seeing