As a chill goes down my spine
The cold consumes me
As I lay there
Slowly dying
Snow falling all round
as my life I lived flash in front of my eye
The things I done
Amount to what?
The mountain I climb
Seem to take up my time
Nothing else
Made sense
The time I spent
Now bleeding out
The coldness put me down
Like a dog
The minute come down to second
And realization came to me
My life was meaningless
Because all i did was climb
Without smelling the roses time to time
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