George

Im running in circles Im following my feet Im running out of time Im at the end of my line My hands are Turning purple with the cold This winters is harsh But I will find some warmth Low to the ground Trying not to make a sound I know its not meant to be Wisdom always has a price Its never is given for free I feel the way my spine is curving Its getting out of line Stop telling me to thinking so much Its not all going to be fine Now your hairs falling onto the ground Your fingers are old and worn out The smoke in your lungs weighs you down Its time to sleep now This is what you've become Out of breath Out of time Always there In your mind In your mind In your mind Im scared for tomorrow But I am getting taller by the day Im growing Im finding my way Finding way ... Finding my way Low to the ground Trying not to make a sound I know its not meant to be Wisdom always has a price It's never is given for free For free For free