when passions' lost
and all the trust is gone
way too far
for way too long
children crying
cast out and neglected
only in a world so cold
only in a world this cold
hold the hand of your best friend
look into their eyes
then watch them drift away
some might say
we've done the wrong things
for way too long
for way too long
fever inside the storm
so we're turning away
away from the name(calling your names)
away from the stones(throw sticks and stones)
'cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
keep your thorns
'cause I'm running away
away from the games(fucking head games)
away from the space(hate this head space)
of circumstances of a world so cold
burning whispers
remind me of the days
I was left alone
in a world this cold
guilty of the same things
provoked by the cause
I've left alone in a world so cold
fever inside the storm
so we're running away
away from the name(calling your names)
away from the stones(throw sticks and stones)
'cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
keep your thorns
'cause I'm running away
away from the games(fucking head games)
away from the space(hate this head space)
of circumstances of a world so cold
I'm flying
I'm flying away
away from the names(calling your names)
away from the games(fucking head games)
of circumstances of a world so cold
why does everyone feel like my enemy?
don't want any part of depression or darkness
I've had enough, sick and tired
bring the sun or I'm gone
or I'm gone
I'm packing out, I'm no pawn no motherfuckin slave to this
never lived
never left
never lived
never loved
never lost
never hurt
never worried about being me, or anyone else
not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything
Packing out,giving up no motherfuckin slave to this
never lived
never left
never lived
never loved
never lost
never hurt
never worried about being me, or anyone one else
not a care, no concerns, don't give a shit about anything
I need to find a darkened corner the lightless corner
where it�s safer and calmer
I'm turning away
away from the names(calling you names)
away from the stones(throw sticks and stones)
'cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
I'm running away
away from the games(Mother fucking head games)
away from this space(hate this head space)
of circumstances of a world so cold
I'm flying
I'm flying away
away from the names(calling your names)
away from the games(fucking head games)
of circumstances of a world so cold
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