a world so cold

When passion's lost and all the trust is gone, hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes, then watch them drift away. Some might say we've done the wrong things for way too long. So I'm turning away, away from the name, away from the stones 'cause I'm through mending the wounds of us. Keep your thorns 'cause I'm running away, away from the games (the head games), away from the space (hate this head space). The circunstances of a world so cold. Burning whispers remind me of the days I was left alone in a world this cold. Guilty of the same things provoked by the cause. Bring the sun or I'm gone. Never lied, never left, never lived, never loved. Never lost, never hurt, never worry about being me or anyone else. Not a care. No concern. I need to find a darkened corner, a lightless corner where it's safe and calmer.