(Verse 1) The calendar turns, the maple leaves let go, And something in my chest begins to freeze. The world outside is trading green for snow, While I am dropping backward to my knees. They talk about the beauty of the frost, They never mention all the warmth we lost. (Chorus) And the winter curse is overriding me, A heavy weight that settles in my head. There is a quiet, dangerous decree, A voice that whispers I am better dead. Just let the ice take over what is mine, It feels like peace to finally resign. (Verse 2) The daylight fades before the afternoon, A creeping dark that swallows up the room. I stare in quiet envy at the moon, And wonder if this body is a tomb. The changing season matches what I feel, Where nothing left inside is warm or real. (Chorus) And the winter curse is overriding me, A heavy weight that settles in my head. There is a quiet, dangerous decree, A voice that whispers I am better dead. Just let the ice take over what is mine, It feels like peace to finally resign. (Verse 3) The branches snap beneath the weight of ice, And I am bending right along with them. They say that suffering is a sacrifice, I'm running out of patience and of stem. The connection runs from autumn down to deep, A seamless slide into eternal sleep. (Chorus) And the winter curse is overriding me, A heavy weight that settles in my head. There is a quiet, dangerous decree, A voice that whispers I am better dead. Just let the ice take over what is mine, It feels like peace to finally resign. (Verse 4) So let the blizzard bury all the pain, Let zero temperatures erase the name. There’s no more reason left to fight the rain, Or try to play a losing, tired game. Surrendering is not a fall from grace— It’s just letting the winter take its place. (Chorus) And the winter curse is overriding me, A heavy weight that settles in my head. There is a quiet, dangerous decree, A voice that whispers I am better dead. Just let the ice take over what is mine, It feels like peace to finally resign.
