cold feet, you used to lay your hands on my body,
now i’m melting and i call it a hobby,
but nobody sees the lies.
so cold and empty,
like a mother fucking son of a dead beast,
called names for the body,
he was given like it was his choice,
i know i should stop using my voice.

i, i know i should let go.
but i move on slow,
never get to see the end of the show,
before they leave, never let me know,
how they got bored so easily,
now everybody wants to leave me.

i keep...