Nicholas Cajun (Stole the Declaration of Pizzapendence!)

And winter will always come around eventually
And people like me, will take to it with ease
Its far to cold for comfort and i think too much about the air that i breathe, about the air that i breathe, about the air that i breathe, about the sword i unsheathed.
About the ground undeneath when i try to stand when i dont have your hand.