I guess I'm old enough to know
That I can't count on you again
I wish I had a million guns

I wish I had a million friends

Now the snow-flakes start to burn

And I'm freezing in the flames
I wish I had a million knives
I wish I had a million names


Now the breeding starts
And you know it's hard

Then you realize they turn around and leave you dying.

Heard they found you in the snow

Screaming that you were cold and dead
I wish I had a million ropes
I wish I had a million heads


Now when winter wakes me up
I'm really not that sad

I know you're not the one to blame
But I realize I'm mad