I've been heaven and I've been to hell,
And I hate to say the second one is where I fell into category
My life is no sweet fairy tale story.

And texas is so cold,
This time of year.
But still, we get no snow
And your not here with me.

My self esteem is lower than my height.
And maybe someday it will pass these buildings
That touch the sky
And look down at the people
Who don't know themselves
Who can't find themselves.


Houston is so far from me.
And when I am older we'll move to the city.

And texas is so cold,
This time of year.
But still, we get no snow
And your not here with me.
(Houston is so far away)