I breathe in until the [bad word] out of oxygen
It's cold and my lungs are freezing
And if I couldn't see my breath, 
I'd swear to God that I was dead
But the steam provokes my second guessing
When I was young I felt that I could be someone
Someday something better
But that day came and went
And life goes on I can't believe I'm here again
All the familiar faces blur together
Nothing's left and [bad word] 
When I was young I felt that I would be so great
But now there's nothing to find, cause nothing in life is forever.