-crouch in the snow.

-low hanging clouds dispersed at an even rate.

It's not that I wanna be somewhere else
I don't wanna be here by myself

That's not myself
That's just my cell
I don't know if you could tell
but I don't need help
I don't know if you noticed
but I have been smokin'
my arm might be broken
I'm so sick of jokin'
I'm sick of your talkin'
Your words have no meaning
I don't like your body
I don't think you should feed it
Don't think that you want it
Or like it, or need it
So why do you keep it
if you're free to leave it?