Nickel Wound

Its getting cold all aver again
so I´ll be inside way too much again.
You´ll have to believe me.
You have to hear me when I say:
I´ll make something up just so that you believe in me.
This is becoming to routine for me.
there will be time for the tomorrow,
but it´s days like this that keep me alive.
is there anything left for me?
Daylight´s almost over now,
cant think of anymore to say.
Even if I try to understand it wont ever be the same.
Is there anything left for me?