Exploding Potion of Home

The road is icy
Sky is cold
The streets are empty
I am old
I tried to live here
Tried to stay
But turned to wither all away
But I face the truth
and try to put myself in the shoes
of those for whom wasted yourht isn’t even worth talking about
My perceverance is at stake
Your love just isn’t mine to make
I tried to tell you
tried to say
I’d hate to let this
just fade away
'Cause under these hills and sheltering mountains
I’ve lost my skills and my ability to
face the truth and try to put myself in the shoes
of those for whom wasted youth isn’t something worth talking about
Something worth talking about
Something worth talking about