Turns Cold To The Touch

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
 As 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
 And I don't try because I'll fail
 I'm just in line with the rest who admire
 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
 Face was white, was white
 Left alone in desolate dreams
 Why can't I be beautiful, so you would want to save me?
 You're the angel with the perfect wings that I'll fucking break
 And take you with me
 You're the angel with the perfect wings that I'll fucking break
 And take you with me
 Take you with me
 Take you with me
 Those words left a stain
 I must make you see the ugliness
 And you left your light on
 And you turned my will again
 Just look what you created
 A sick, frail man scared to look at his shadow
 Now I'm sorry (that you're a part of this)
 But I can't be left alone tonight
 Can't be left alone
 I can't be left alone tonight
 I can't be left alone tonight