Cold (part 2)

I never wanted to lose you and I never want to care about the weather...
and smile as the sun that blinds my eyes. last thing I'll ever see. Last thing I'll ever feel is your days like your gaze bearing down on me.
Smile- with your hands around my throat.
echoes of laughter as I begin to choke.
Sorry kid your ride is over. I guess I guess I was born a loafer.
I'm a waster-wasted my life away.
I'm a stoner, couldn't concentrate anyway.
I guess I miss the emptiness. I guess I miss your nothingness.
I guess I feel that we all need some time to believe our beliefs.
I guess I lived my life to the least.
I've lived my life to the least.
I've lived my life to the least.
I've lived my life to the least.