This Life

And when it's cold out I will wait for her And I will roam out To the edges of the earth And when it feels just like the rain Has soaked through my bones None of this will matter None of this will save you from yourself This life It's brining on the death of me Swear that I can barely see That I'm the one to blame This life I swear to God it's killin' me Seems some times I can't believe That I'm the one to blame And when it's cold out In the sleet and snow I will hold out 'Till the answers all unfold And when it feels just like the rain You will see through it all None of this will matter 'Cause none of this will save you from yourself None of this will matter None of this will save your from yourself