cold
shit I'm cold
maybe it was the bullet
maybe it was the pill
whatever it was it took my life with will
oh yes
sticks and stones
scrap and tear at my bones
but the wounds start within me
you think it's nothing cause you can't see
you don't understand
didn't expected
always felt different and neglected
but that new beginning is coming
sorry little one
my answer will forever be running
don't care how long it takes
far away
till my feet break
and although I haven't seen your hell
I already know your dying
trust me I can tell
so let bring my sun
the medicine will be given my son
suffer with rage
ears cut off
you can't hear the roars beneath the stage
blind and soft spoken
you don't know sleep till you're fully awoken
reach within
find
search
look
