When passion's 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 coldHold 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 longFever inside the storm
So I'm 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 usKeep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away
Away from the games (fucking head games)
Away from the space (hate this headspace)
The circumstances of a world so coldBurning 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 coldFever inside the storm
So I'm 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 usKeep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away
Away from the games (fucking head games)
Away from the space (hate this headspace)
The circumstances of a world so coldOh, I'm flying, I'm flying away
Away from the names (calling your names)
Away from the games (fucking head games)
The circumstances of a world so coldWhy 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 goneI'm backing out, I'm no pawn
No motherfucking slave to this
Never lied, 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 anythingBacking out, giving up
No motherfucking slave to this
Never lied, 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 anythingI need to find a darkened corner
A lightless corner
Where it's safer and calmerI'm 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 usI'm running away
Away from the game (fucking head games)
Away from the space (hate this headspace)
The circumstances of a world so coldOh, I'm flying, I'm flying away
Away from the days (calling your names)
Away from the games (fucking head games)
The circumstances of a world so cold
Composição: C. S. Gray.
