Planting Weeds

There are no more chances left for us
The sound of tired conversations coming from rooms where we never go fill the
air around us
And we never knew any names, we never fitted in
Are we ready to just fade out?
Why do we pour our hearts out into nothing?
We let everyone see who we really are
We give up everything, and we get nothing back
And the cycle just keeps going
Are we ready to just fade out
Why do we attach ourselves to the one thing that makes us sick?
We plant ourselves in the autumn soil
As if we’re waiting for that first frost
That will take our fight away
That will take our lives away
Waiting on the first frost
That will take our fight away
That will take our lives away
We plant weeds in the frozen soil
Just to prove that something has grown
We plant ourselves in the frozen soil
Just to prove that we’ve grown