Long journeys. Short paths.

Cold winters grab my hands
I let them pull me deeper
I close my eyes and pray
As the road rises steeper
Today's another chance
To gain the status I crave
I see the end approaching
The path that leads to my grave
I close my eyes and whisper
Today's another day
Today's another day
That I have been betrayed
Today's another day
I stare
At
My
Grave. 
I stare
At my grave. 

The road it grows colder
I feel my lungs start to bleed
The smoke is blinding
I feel it rise around me
One more 
Time I look back
At all my past mistakes
They make the road I walk
The path that leads to my grave
The path that leads to my
Grave