I guess my offer could not counter the fact
Cause the matter of the fact is that
I contemplate all my days and the time I have left
And what would be my weight in gold
Buy yourself some time
It's starting to get so cold outside
Cause lately I'd like to arrange broken glass on the floor
Draw out shapes and a path to you
But I fear them just the same as a loaded gun
Too easy and accessible

INVIA LE CORREZIONI