Cold and broken, living a life of dreams suffocating as i'm choking, nothing is as it seems. These feelings and struggles the same old cliché, They say everyday has it's battles well why do they stay the same? Just as I stand on two feet I fall back down again what it takes to stand up once more to face my inner person, I think I can. No longer the lost, I know I can change What I've become, is it worth what it cost? Was I cold, was I broken living a life of dreams? No longer will I suffocate as I choke everything is as it should be, how I want it to be.