Turns Cold to the Touch Songtext

von Bleeding Through

The surface of a broken hand,
A credent hand with nothing left 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 a 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 left in line with the rest who admire.
The surface 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 would 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 a stain.
I must make you see the ugliness.
You left your light on.
You turned my will again.
Just look what you created.
A sick, frail man scared to look at his shadow.
I'm sorry that you're ea part of this,
But I can't be left alone tonight.
I can't be left alone tonight.