Cold Mailman-Exploding potion of home

The road is icy
Sky is cold
The streets are empty
and 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 youth 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

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