When did I become so cold,
Searching for someone I'd never hold,
Waiting by the windows as I grow old,
When did I become so cold.
What will my future hold,
Will there be many stories told,
Or is that the deck in which you fold,
What will my future hold.
Is this just uncertainty,
Or is it borderline insanity,
I'm waiting for a plea, hoping I'll be set free,
Is this just uncertainty.
What's wrong with me,
I ain't doing to well,
What's wrong with me,
I've been walking through hell.
As my tears rain down,
I will not smile, nor will I frown,
It's in the shadows that I drown,
As my tears rain down.
