Here comes the question I used to hide,
what is love - is it futile...

Thought 'bout u can't heat me anymore,
I don't remember when it stopped doing so...

All these terrible things I'm constrained to see,
got me lost belief about things gettin' better...

For a little moment,
everything was perfect...

There is days when I feel like I have to flee,
but it's always impossible to hide this torment...

I need your words to get me through the day,
I need your hand to hold mine...