Trailing

Trailing

My toes are cold
Iâ??m so cold
Grab a hold
I never do what Iâ??m told

I push the distance
Grasp the railing
Pull at the right instant
I wont be the one trailing

Gunning for the truth
Shooting for my answers
Always the wrong booth
Driven in a heurst

I never do what Iâ??m told
My heart and will is sold
I never do what Iâ??m told
My heart and will is sold

Iâ??m falling so quickly
This isnâ??t the me
The me, I want to see
The me for always to be