Newly out in this weird world nothing feels the...
sometimes i think back to the things you said...

This cold frost-bitten heart was warm long ago
When love had blossomed in romance so young...

Why is it that love almost always ends in hate
feeling hurt with your head down like a disgrace...

Newly out in this weird world nothing feels the...
sometimes i think back to the things you said...

A word thats supposed to be true
everyone thinks it is but don't know for who...

As i sit here wondering how this world has just...
wishing that i was meant for more then just my...