Colder Quicker

I've got more complaints, more than pleasantries to say
 Every monument is idly arranged
 Every figure that has ever held importance in my life
 I find nobody is who I pictured them to be
 My hands are numb because it's getting colder quicker
 You need more warmth than I provide
 If only my skin were thicker
 I wouldn't feel the need to hide
 I see the faces in reflections of the past
 I feel so close but I can't reach through the glass
 My life burns out and flickers like the end of a cigarette
 I'm nothing like they pictured me to be
 My hands are numb because it's getting colder quicker
 You need more warmth than I provide
 If only my skin were thicker
 I wouldn't feel the need to hide
 I feel it eat my insides
 I'm paralyzed with guilt
 If only your skin were thinner
 I wouldn't feel the need to hide
 I see the light in your eyes
 Turn the blind eye (Turn the blind eye)
 "Why are you hurting me?" she screamed from her deathbed
 Look at me, I'm trying to say I haven't been slipping away
 Look at me, I'm trying to say I haven't been slipping away
 I'm nothing like they pictured me to be
 It's getting colder quicker
 You need more warmth than I provide
 If only my skin were thicker
 I wouldn't feel the need to hide
 I feel it eat my insides
 I'm paralyzed with guilt
 If only your skin were thinner
 I wouldn't feel the need to hide