The City's Barren Cold

I hear, 

From many people,

Who claim that they're wise,

That what comes around,

Will one day, 

Go around,

They stop themselves there,

Seeing my expression,

I guess, 

I never believed in,

Them and their beliefs.

Because at the end of the day,

It's really stupid anyway,

To put on a cardigan,

And expect this city's,

Barren cold,

To go away.

I stop, 

In front of a pretty house,

It's got roses at the entrance,

Something else I've learnt,

Roses never worked,

For me.

The owners walk out,

And seeing me there,

I guess,

It's natural that they screamed.

I guess I give off that vibe.

Because at the end of the day,

It's really stupid anyway,

To put on a cardigan,

And expect this city's,

Barren cold,

To go away.

I scream,

At pretty much everything I see,

Cause I've been different,

I never found a way to say it,

Something I know,

They'll never accept you,

Because at the end of the day,

You're the only one that says,

'People, at the end of the day,

It's really stupid anyway,

To put on a cardigan

And expect this city's 

Barren cold,

To go away.'