I can't find the words They're taped to my back But you're not there to read No one will catch me when i Fall into old wounds again Defeatist but i know myself Better than anyone else I can't find the words My hands turned blue I'm writing as i walk now Filled with the inexplicable
Melodies that strangle me Meltdown, how rude of me We can pick at my seams But are they truly mine? My hands turned blue Have you ever learnt to lose? Opportunity presented to you Am i the man i lament? I am the frost in your blood