Bones to Break

These bones were never meant to be old, lasting
They grow weak, weaker and weaker
Each year
Rest assured, this is not about you
I am withered with every year
I am withered with every winter
Each one gets colder
Season gets longer
I’ll graciously bow out of this endless cycle
We’re wasting away
Everyone feels it too
Everyone is the same
Everyone has the tendency to break
Everyone is the same
These bones, these bones were made to break
Everyone is the same
These bones were made to break
Bones to break