Turns Cold To the Touch

The surface of a broken hand A credent hand with nothing left to hold Face turns cold to the touch My face was white Laying on the cold tile floor, the floor As I entered your room last night Your face left me as a coward Now I'm left with nothing but your stare that's burning me And I don't try because I'll fail I'm just in line with the rest who admire Who admire The surface of a broken hand A credent hand with nothing left to hold Face turns cold to the touch My face was white Face was white, was white Left alone in desolate dreams Why can't I be beautiful, so you would want to save me? You're the angel with the perfect wings that I'll fucking break And take you with me You're the angel with the perfect wings that I'll fucking break And take you with me Take you with me Take you with me Those words left a stain I must make you see the ugliness And you left your light on And you turned my will again Just look what you created A sick, frail man scared to look at his shadow Now I'm sorry (that you're a part of this) But I can't be left alone tonight Can't be left alone I can't be left alone tonight I can't be left alone tonight