作词 : Texas Is the Reason
Its getting cold all aver again so 
I´ll be inside way too much again. 
You´ll have to believe me. 
You have to hear me when 
I say: I´ll make something up just so that you believe in me. 
This is becoming to routine for me. there will be time for the tomorrow, but it´s days like this that keep me alive. is there anything left for me? 
Daylight´s almost over now, cant think of anymore to say. 
Even if I try to understand it wont ever be the same. 
Is there anything left for me?