Cold

by patrick   Apr 25, 2006


Your heart is cold, but this time I'm suffering...
Can't remember when I was alright.
All this pain, it seems like there is nothing else.
And my heart, just given to someone else.
I take pride, in my own forsaken pestilence.
Need the time to repent, for my own regrets.
I'm so cold, but your blood runs through me
All the hate, that was that night.
The blood stains, that I take for granted
Another bottle that heals this soul
Tired of all the prayers for mercy
God answers with his own mystery...
My heart fills, this blood stained touniquet...
Can't remember this was my life....
Gotta move on, and look for something else...
Believe in love, this time with someone else...
Can't waste, another day waiting...
Find my solice, in my own hating...
I remember all that you've done....
I thought that you were the one....
I remember the mercy of god....
I can finally see through your eyes!
I can't take this anymore!!

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