Alive

This isolation will eat you, before the cold takes a bite, as you watch all your friends, say their last good night. This mountain here is my home, I do what I can to get by, this is no place for weakness. This is no place to cry, but conversations are empty, conversations are empty. It?s your stomach that chatters at night, the hunger gets so heavy. No matter how small the rations, it just wouldn?t last me. Breathe to know you?re alive, bite by bite you survive, forget your friends, forget how to laugh, forget your life, this is what you have left. Bite by bite. Breathe to know you?re alive, living just to survive. There?s no more option to grow old, just two choices: hunger or cold? This mountain here is my home, I do what I can to get by, but I pray god brings an avalanche, pray he breathes a storm, it?s cold remnants will bury us here, and I can be unborn. Breathe to know you?re alive, it doesn?t take so long to realize, you?re only living, up here in this hell, so you don?t die, cold and unknown. So if you make the first cut, I?ll take the first bite, take the glass in your hand, the dead don?t put up a fight. This is who I am. This is what I did. This is me, alive.