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.