Stone cold and unmoving.
My body is as cold as ice.
Why am I always the one choosing?
I should learn to take my own advice.

Now everyone is gone again.
Numb and cold, nature takes its hold.
If only I could remember when...
The only thing left to do is walk this lonely road.

Now all the words I've said
are echoing and festering.
And all these whispers in my head-
Well, it hurts to be remembering.

But I will still be here.
Huddled against the chill.
Everything will soon be clear.
And I will be here still.