All That We Are

All That We Are
The ice is really cold. The street light's really old.
Her child's all alone as she melts into her own,
And slowly fades away into a river full of shame,
But at least numb to the pain. Can you see it?

Can you feel the shallow wave from a needle to the grave?
From her hell to far away? You're my only.
You're so sad, my Valentine, on your journey to the light,
But first straight to the fire.
And we are all that we are.
Holding on till we fall apart.