An old family photo is all we have now
Looking back it was all kinds of ironic
Foundations were made over and over again
What was it for? i'm not so sure anymore.
Putting the past behind and creating sight
Did you know all along?
My god i hope you didn't

Us, was it us?

Left a sharp pain inside, frost bitten
It will go numb soon.
Oh it hurts but it tells me i'm alive
Sometimes i feel the warmth,
But i'm still feeling dead inside.