Turns Cold to the Touch - Bleeding Through

The surface of a broken hand,

a credent hand with nothing to hold

face turns cold to the touch.

My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor.

When i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward.

Now I’m left with nothing but your stare that’s burning me.

I don’t try because I’ll fail.

I’m just in line with the rest of admire.

The sruface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold.

face turns cold to the touch.

My face was white.

Left alone in desolate dreams.

Why can’t I be beautiful, so you’d want to save me.

But you’re the angel with the perfect wings that I’ll fucking break and take

you with me.

Take you with me.

Those words left as stain.

I must make you see the ugliness.

You left your light on.

You turned my will again.

Just look what you’ve created.

A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow.

I’m sorry that you’re part of this,

but I can’t be left alone tonight.

I can’t be left alone tonight.