I am growing a beard I hope it isn't weird When I look into the mirror Will I recognize myself I don't want to look like someone else I'm just trying to stay warm I made a fire, one with a purpose Everything I didn't need went inside it And in the morning I felt so much better Moving forward with next to nothing helps I wish someone told me this was going to happen But it was probably better that way What is a life without any lessons What is a story without a happy end