Letting the cold slowly come out

Letting the warmth slowly but surely circulate back

To the fingers then to the toes



Frostbite or the numbness, take your pick 

Panic or uproar will do the trick

We will make it stick, will we not



Watching us grow up and watching everyone around us change

Its strange but true scary but soon… to come and it will be done



Frostbite or the numbness, take your pick 

Panic or uproar will do the trick

We will make it stick, will we not



Still I say to myself don't worry about it when it happens it happens

But I can't forget something that's already been my entrapment