Its cold outside, and warm in here
Its the natural breeze, and blower omitting heat.
I want to feel the air brushing my skin
But i am stuck in here with blower on my face
No wonder i love the security and warmth it provides
But deep down and now a days more than often
I want to witness the cool breeze slapping my face
As i want to walk in the wind
Inhale the fresh air and exhale the monoxide I've been breathing so long.
Can i ever have the courage to
Leave the warmth and step out and
Struggle my ways through the wind
I wish i dont die off breathing the poison inside
I wish i could gather my courage
And walk myself in life
A little more
Head on.
ANNY ✌
