Donovan Wolfington - John Cena lyrics

Cold hands touching your face While you make plans for lovers embrace It's a slow ride back to her place And I hope that I am not too late You've got something I should understand Weighing down in the palm of my hand I've got nothing I've got some kind of remorse About you of course And your parents divorce Am I the only one who didn't grow up in the north? Cold hands tell me where to wait I've been making a lot of dumb mistakes And I know that I can feel your pain And I know that you know I feel the same Well I've got something you should understand Weighing down in the palm of my hand I've got nothing I've got some kind of remorse About you of course And your parents divorce Am I the only one who didn't grow up in the north? Well I think its time to abort Cause every single day just gets a little worse In every single day I feel a little worse