Its getting cold all aver again

so I´ll be inside way too much again.

You´ll have to believe me.

You have to hear me when I say:

I´ll make something up just so that you believe in me.

This is becoming to routine for me.

there will be time for the tomorrow,

but it´s days like this that keep me alive.

is there anything left for me?

Daylight´s almost over now,

cant think of anymore to say.

Even if I try to understand it wont ever be the same.

Is there anything left for me?